Dehshat E Maat Novels & Stories

"I've already decided you're coming to the matric day. No excuses." I nod, concurring for the first time with Miss devil's horns — even though she talked to Dare like the conversation didn't involve me. "Yes, ma." Dare salutes her. ... Words/phrases and their meaning: * Wahala: trouble/problem * I dey tell you: honestly * This girl no gree free me: she won't let me be * Person wey wan loss before, them never loss already: whoever that should've gotten lost, would already be lost * But you dey sha show up on Matriculation day: you're showing up on Matriculation day, right?

Halima picks the bucket and splashes the remaining water on her body. Fatima gasps and says, "oh it is on." They chase each other around the room and pour baby powder on each other. "Lahaulafisha atillah, shikenan you guys have turned my room to your playground koh? Sekace wasu kananan yara dan Allah kuga abun da kukayi a dakin nan {as if you're small children for Allah's sake see what you've done in this room}. God just saved both of you that jiya nasaka Ledar kwanciya {yesterday i put sleeping bag}, if not Allah you'd have taken out the mattress and laid it out to dry, or better still, dama yau aka daura auren {afterall Halima's wedding knot was tied today} so she'll give me her mattress a

lag ja gale ki phir ye haseen raat ho na ho shaayad phir is janam mein mulaaqaat ho na ho lag ja gale ki phir ye haseen raat ho na ho shaayad phir is janam mein mulaaqaat ho na holag ja gale... hamako milee hain aaj ye ghadiyaan naseeb se hamako milee hain aaj ye ghadiyaan naseeb se jee-bhar ke dekh leejie hamako qareeb se phir aapake naseeb mein ye baat ho na ho shaayad phir is janam mein mulaaqaat ho na ho

Yvonne smiles as she holds Olivier, still unaware of danger. Deliah mindlinks her warriors. Deliah- I will coax them away, you all shoot her. I know they will see, but hopefully, once she is dead, the pain will go away. “Oliver, I knew your mother, Mora. She loved you very much. Do you remember her?” Deliah asks. Olivier looks at Yvonne confused. “She is right here,” Oliver lays his head on Yvonne’s chest. His brothers do the same.

"I'm fine." "Have you changed your mind?" "Yeah," I sigh, running my fingers through my hair and tugging until it hurts. "So, what did you see?" "Maia." "Before or after she—" "I see her die. Over and over again. She dies right in front of me and there's nothing I can do but try to tell her how sorry I am that I wasn't there." "Oh." I look over at my mate who watches me with a solemn gaze. She glances down at her hands, then sighs. "Come on let's go."

over and over again, and picked up our child. “It’s just trash. Nothing worth looking at.” “Mm, nothing to see there.” I took the letter from him, tossed it straight into the fireplace, then wrapped my arms around my mate. Together, we walked into the happy, fulfilling life that awaited us.

Her tiny voice brought him back to reality. Giving the little girl a sad smile before opening her mouth to say " she is my mate" " mate? What's a mate?" The girl ask the question that was in her mind. Mates are our destinies given to us by the moon goddess which we are to love and Cherish for the rest of our lives. Us wolves have mates and this makes it easy for us to know our soulmates. Epie made an o but no sound leaving her mouth "but she is dead" she said the obvious

Her voice was a symphony of pure enchantment, a melodic whisper that could charm the gods themselves. “Mate? What's that?” I asked again, still walking closer to her. She never left where she was, and I never got closer to her. “Mate is referred to as a predestined, supernatural bond between two individuals. They are soulmates. And mate bond is a fated union, chosen by me to identify who your mate is. It's marked by a strong, irresistible attraction between the two mates.” Her tone was soothing, calming, and uplifting all at once, like a gentle summer breeze.

“Shit, shit, shit!” Matan kept saying the foul word while walking along the corniche. He did not know how he managed to cross the street without getting hit by a car. He didn’t care, all his life he thought Abdullah and Mariam were his parents, the Al Fahezi siblings his own. What an utter lie, what bull crap. He kept walking oblivious to the stares of people. A loud shout halted him in his tracks. Ali was running furiously towards him.

Aris Maddy and Isaac’s home in Maatua is shockingly cozy in comparison to the castles and palaces each side of the family calls home. Myself included, seeing as I still haunt the ancestral, gloomy castle older than the dawn of time itself in Veiled Valley. Here, in Maatua, it’s nothing but wide, open skies and the softest turquoise water, with sand like butter, so light it falls like snow through my fingers while I watch the tide roll in.