Futa Novels & Stories

I asked Ranvijay. "Nothing. Just don't speak in Hindi. Sometimes I forget my own learnt Hindi by hearing yours." "You can't appreciate anyone. Right?" I was really pissed off. "I can but not someone who speaks such disastrous Hindi like "thar Phaye ``,khya ``,'''deal `` etc. It's "tar paye" means tormenting, not "thar Phaye". We don't need Thor from Marvel DC among us. It's "kya” means what not "khya".

He said, "Crystal, I have been putting money back since you were a newborn baby. Every payday I would put 50 to 100 dollars back after paying bills. I even put a little extra back when I had enough and your mom added some to it as well. There was a little over 10,000 dollars in it but I used 1,500 dollars to go toward the car for you. You still have right around 8,700 dollars left. I am giving it to you now so you can go ahead and open your own bank account and use it for things you need now that you are an adult. You have worked hard to get caught up in school and be able to graduate when you are actually supposed to. You are working even if it's voluntary right now, but I know you plan on

Hello, To my dear readers, I would like to inform you that I am a victim of the flood in Nigeria, these recent days the flood has increased so the electricity was cut off, meaning I won’t be able to charge my phone or my laptop to update the story, the water level is so high right now that I can’t even walk or take a bus to charge my phone anywhere.

Aranjo grows up to be a good-natured spoiled girl. After getting tired, Aranjo hugged the raging goose and said, "I'm sorry! I'm just kidding!" Instantly, the goose calmed down and jumped away leaving him. Aranjo knows he has a very powerful seduction ability. His every wish and apology will always be granted. Aranjo, feels very lucky. "What is it, Mom?" Aranjo asked Mrs. Ji. "Tomorrow is your 15th birthday! Quickly go to your lady's tavern and buy flour! Mom will bake a cake for you tomorrow!" The mother said

Towns people paused at doorways and on footpaths to listen tu the message and even in the market a hush fell and then resumed again in furious whispers of wonder, curiosity and fear. "Is it the war?" "Are the boys to be conscripted?" "I hear Maldorr is riding for Ligath, what are we to do?" "But fourteen is too young!" Zutara tied her curly red hair back and resumed milking the cow she had been working on as the boys around her looked at each other and abandoned their work stations to answer the Royal summons, she shrugged her shoulders knowing that she would have to complete their tasks for them but she did not mind, if only she would get their own share of apples and milk then maybe she wo

I grit out and she stands at my words. “Cassius doesn’t have what it takes to run a kingdom such as Zanatra.” She said simply, and I couldn’t help but scoff. “He has everything needed to run Zanatra, the patience of father, the heart of mother, the-,” “Not the blood. This land thrives from BlueBloods and only them. If someone else tried to rule, the land would go against them, the crops wouldn’t grow, the currents would destroy cities with its harsh waves-,”

I knew that she hadn't told anybody about my marriage situation but i was hesitant to start the night with my problems. "Let's just drink and have a good time. All that can come at a later time. I just wanna enjoy y'all company. It's been awhile since we all been together." I replied. See Kita was a stay at home mom. She had just had her first baby girl a couple months ago. Sheka was a nurse so her shifts was always long with barely anytime off. Jessica was a school teacher. She was always writing lesson plans or grading papers. All of us was doing good. We all needed this time. "Let's get some drinks first. I want a marguarita." Jessica said. That was our signature drink. Once the waitress

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?”

The four words were: *Everyone is watching you.* Ava had spent the rest of lunch trying to identify the number. It wasn't saved in her contacts. It wasn't the same number Mason had used yesterday. She had typed back a single question mark and received nothing, and by the time the bell rang for fifth period the message was sitting in her phone like a splinter, small and specific and impossible to ignore.

Sienna froze for a moment, then sneered, "Fine, search away! There's no way Callum would take something like that!" Dad nodded to calm the situation. "Alright, then we'll search everyone. Martha, you search Vy. Caleb, you search Mr. Lockwood." The housekeeper, Martha Harper, reached into my pocket. Sienna stared at Martha's hand, a smile already creeping onto her face. The pop-up messages scrolled: [Just admit it quickly, or you'll lose your parents' trust forever.] However, when Martha's hand came out, it was completely empty. "There's... nothing here." Martha looked stunned.