Dua Fatima Novels & Stories

I had branch in Kumasi, and another in Cape Coast, and we shipped to other countries as well. Business was really booming. “If it isn't Cindy Mensah.” A beautiful woman called out snapping me out of my reverie. I smiled uncertainly. “May I know who you are?” She smiled back, a perfect toothpaste commercial smile that showed her perfect teeth. “My name is Amelia Sanders, I'm a representative of Donatella Maruchi. How would you like to be featured in our African Pride week Festival?” I grinned, shaking my head in disbelief. “I'm dreaming, aren't I?”

Name: Elaine Thomas Age: 25 Secondary Gender: Female Alpha Occupation: Chief Surgeon Elaine Thomas is the daughter of the director of the hospital. She is Austin Williams and Adonis Williams's childhood friend and Adonis Williams's colleague. She loves Adonis Williams and wants to marry him. Name: Sabrina Flores Age: 22 Secondary Gender: Omega Occupation: Surgeon Sabrina Flores is Austin Williams and Adonis Williams's childhood and their neighbors. She fall in love with Austin Williams from the moment she knew what is love.

Insane! The only reason she’s putting up with the treatment of the bar owner is for her younger brothers. They need to get fed and live comfortably. She’s working hard to provide for them. Philippe is her biological brother who’s already sixteen years old while Timothy is her half-brother. He’s almost 9 years old and they have no idea who the father is. Nine years ago, Fatima’s mother cheated. That’s why she was glad her husband died in that terrible accident. Her mother’s words still haunt her today. (“I wanted you to die with him..”) her mother's words lingered in her mind.

The ground quivered underneath my feet. I noticed Sienna chanting as well. Several undead armies slipped out of the cracks in the ground. “Kill them, kill her.” She thundered with blazing eyes. “Immotus!"(Motionless) Maya yelled. "Praetervolo!"(Vanish) The armies halted, then vaporised one after the other. “N-noo. T-this can't be.” Sienna stuttered. The people I had called on appeared. They each touched my shoulder, and with each caress, I felt a power surge.

I wasn’t going to need help finding my vampire mate after all. **************************************************************************** Thank you to all of my readers! If you enjoyed the preview chapters for book 2, you can find the latest updates for it here on Goodnovel. Fated: The First is book 2 in the fated series!

"Allevino Wiratama!" The call coming from the corridor made my steps stop. The distinctive feminine voice of the French-born girl, Camille Zoe. I was so surprised that I froze in place, then made sure the buttons on the shirt I was wearing impromptu didn't have the wrong holes. "I'm dead!" My lips clamped shut as the words came out. "Are you crazy, leaving me behind just for a guy?" Her foreign accent was still very noticeable.

Tears instantly fill my eyes and I see them reflected in Hakeem’s when we spin to look at one another. Are they… Hakeem can’t even finish his thought in the mindlink, he feels so overwhelmed. Yes, Dream. This, she touches the ebony skinned beauty, is your daughter, Fatima (Fah-tee-ma). And this, she touches the babe with hazel eyes identical to her own, is Gael’s daughter, Josefina. While you are with the Goddess, I am with them. We are fine and waiting patiently for when we are back with you.

She always remembers how Fatima ( sadiq's mother) stood by her since the day their parents died. Aunty Yasira had two elder siblings but death took them away quickly. The first, which was sadiq's mother and the second died as a result of sickle cell at the age of 15 and finally, yasira was the third and the last born of the house. She vividly remember how her elder sister,fatima took the shoulder of the responsibility of a mother and father even when she also was having problems in her husband's house . Aunty Fatima, was a woman with a heart of gold, she never gives up on what she believes in and may her name continue to be exalted.

They moved into a house set up by the same school, which is where they met Fati. They live next door to each other and have apparently made fast friends if the 30-odd photos from the past week are anything to go by. Through these posts, I find out that Fatima is from Texas, is also a graphic design major, and prefers to go by Fati. That’s it! It’s frustrating.

“That is what the building produces.” James the younger watched his sister from his chair. “More,” he said. “Fatima’s grandmother. Four hundred and thirty people in Ghana. Adaeze. Hauwa Musa. All of them.” Helena looked at her brother. “The argument still finding every person it was built for.” She went to the door. Stopped. Turned. “When Fatima completes the Burkina Faso documentation and it goes into the permanent record,” she said, “I want to be at the institute that morning.”