Gidan Uncle Complete Hausa Novels & Stories

And went back to the floor flat. His aunty shouted, “Emeka what`s that you have to say to me? Say it otherwise that man is going to lynch you. Do as he says now. I don`t want dead bodies in my yard, please. Ada has been killed already, have mercy upon yourself and speak out. Ezi Chineke m, biko kwuo okwu (My good God, please speak out)” Madame Ugochi advised his nephew to spit out what was requested of him.

Uncle M: Alex please will you stop beating my men? You are a grown up now. Stop acting like a child. Whatever you do. Even if you kill all my men. Im not gonna send you for an assignment. So be a good girl and live a good life. Alex: uncle from all of your men. I am the best member of this gang yet your wasting my talent by not using it. Uncle M: whatever. Im telling you. You are an accomplished beautiful young woman. Why dont you want a better life? You finished your studies with excellent grades. Used it to have a better life my dear. Or you want me to send you to a blind date?

“its not your mouth that is saying, I do not see why you are being offended?” I pulled my earphones and plugged them in. The drive to aunt Lisa's house was quiet. I turned to digest what had happened.my uncle had asked me remove my bra and I had. "We are here," he said as he pulled at her house. The house was quite huge. I can't believe she lives here all alone and a chill ran down my spine, I was going to be here with him alone. "we are going to be here for a while.” He muttered more to himself than I.

he licked his bottom lips and my eyes followed the movement. The room suddenly got hotter, and heat pooled in my panties. Having this ungodly conversation with my now-uncle when my mother was a few feet down, had to go down in history as the most sensual thing ever. “Do you understand me, Elodie?” He purred. My breath came out in pants, and I was unable to form a coherent word. “You can’t handle me,” he said, and with that, walked away, leaving me a panting, horny mess.

I looked at her seriously while chewing my food, waiting for her to continue. “I want to tell you something… about me and Sir Clifford.” I froze mid-chew, staring at her blankly. She was going to admit it, wasn’t she? That there was something between them— “Sir Clifford is my uncle…” The words hit my ears like slow motion. “H-huh?” I blinked rapidly, unable to process what I had just heard. “W-what did you say?” I asked again. Cara chuckled, clearly amused by my expression. “I said, Sir Clifford is my uncle. He’s not my boyfriend, okay?” she said with a playful grin.

Then he asks me: - And your aunt? - She's in your room. - Okay. He takes two pairs of underwear out of his pocket: - Here, these are for you. - Thank you, Uncle. - Hide them well. He touches my breast before going into the room. Djena's Uncle

Nathan glanced up, as if the answer were obvious. “Oh. That’s my uncle.” Uncle. The word hit like ice water. Nathan continued, oblivious to the way my pulse spiked. “Adrian Carter. He doesn’t stay here often. He runs most of the Carter Group now.” My heart stopped. Adrian Carter. Uncle. Carter Group. The man from last night. The man whose marks were still burning beneath my clothes. Adrian’s gaze never left me as he approached the table. Slowly. Deliberately.

His voice was hoarse. When I opened my mouth, what came out was a breathy little pant. "Then… We'll stop working so much on your upper body and focus on your legs and hips." Uncle Grant's gaze was dark as he said that. He wrapped one arm around my waist and used the other to support me from behind, lifting me up and lowering me down… It was unbearably embarrassing, but it also felt intolerably good. He moved faster and faster, his hands tight on my body…

“Hello there, champ.” Ethan laughed freely, his face glowing. “I want to shop with Uncle!” Emma stopped in her tracks. Her heart began to race—not from jealousy, but from the caution that had become instinct. She approached and placed a hand on Ethan’s shoulder. “Sweetheart,” she said carefully, “we’re shopping with Mommy.” “But Uncle can help pick chocolate,” Ethan said innocently. “Mommy always chooses the bitter ones.” Harry smiled faintly, holding himself back. “I don’t have to—”

“Your niece is fast. Think she beat me next time.” Chino laughed low. “She go beat you. She get Yoruba stubbornness from her uncle.” Liam sat beside him, shoulder to shoulder. Nkem ran up, ball under arm. “Uncle Chino! Uncle Liam say you used to play football in Lagos. True?” Chino looked at her—bright eyes, Adanna’s smile, no fear in them. “True. But I no good like your Uncle Wale.” “Who’s Uncle Wale?”