Gidan Uncle Hausa Novel Complete Novels & Stories

“They were inseparable for quite some time.” Gerald smiled. “What a small world.” The room gradually relaxed. Everyone seemed normal except Damien. His dark eyes moved slowly from Katie… to Brian… then back again. He placed his cutlery neatly beside his plate before looking directly at Brian. “Nephew.” Brian straightened instinctively. “Yes, Uncle?” Damien’s voice remained calm. “Can you explain why my wife knows you?” The question landed like a stone in still water. Katie’s smile almost disappeared. Her mind instantly returned to the conversation they had shared inside the restaurant.

He then navigated to the camera surveillance app and played the footage from earlier that morning. Uncle Steve was holding his phone as he gave me his orders. "Take this 800 dollars and buy something cheap, Caleb. Dominic's just a country bumpkin. He won't be able to tell the difference between premium and low-grade seafood." Uncle Steve's voice resounded clearly from the recording. A steely expression crossed Dominic's face. He stepped on Uncle Steve's face and hissed, "A country bumpkin, you say?" Uncle Steve squealed in terror. "I was wrong, Mr. Langdon! I was spouting nonsense because I had too much to drink!"

I said, and Gabriel nodded. "I do not think Gaddafi is a threat. You should see the way he looked at your mother. His family seemed decent, but we can't take things at face value. I agree with you that they will have to inform us how they learned our language since we do not speak the same tongue. I mean, hear their names. I have never heard of such names in my entire life. I have lived long enough," He said, and we both chuckled because we did live long, except if we were killed in war; maybe that was why my uncle never had the need to have a child. I tried to find his so-called daughter, but it was all a lie. Uncle Fredrick killed his mates before they could even conceive or give birth. He

Nonetheless, I knew we were not meant to be, so I wrote my feelings for him in the diary. If Benjamin had not read the diary, I would have lived on as the obedient niece… but that was not the case. He read my diary and tore it into pieces. He thought I was disgusting to develop a romantic feeling for him. "What is wrong with you? I'm your uncle! Yes, we're not related by blood, but I'll forever be your uncle. And that's all!"

Kean said, continuing to stare at Gaia's cute face, the man did not choose shoes for the girl. "When Daddy went to America, you know," Gaia said and tapped her chin with one finger like she was thinking hard. "Ahhh ... yes, sorry-sorry. Pan got a call from Uncle's mom, saying that Uncle's dad is sick," said Kean, making Gaia nod in understanding. "Ahh ... yes, Gaia forgot. I'm sorry for making Uncle sad." The little girl cupped Kean's face so they could look at each other. "To make uncle less sad, Gaia will marry uncle when she grows up," Kean pleaded, causing Arka to snort and hit the man on the head with a new shoe.

she whispers, “this is darker than *Papa Legba’s* tricks.” The nail thrums in my grip, alive as a struck tuning fork. I think of Uncle D’s stories—how iron remembers the mine’s blood, the forge’s fury. How it hungers for vengeance. “Let’s answer them,” I hiss. Uncle D laughs, a sound like gravel and grace. He’s perched in the window frame, shotgun balanced on his knee like a lover. At sixty, he moves like shadow—a man who’s buried more traitors than the earth can hold. “Li gen zo nan do li! (She’s got backbone!)”

Selena purred, turning to me, “We’re much more refined now. Moonwater is a luxury that a woman like me can afford.” She leaned closer towards Uncle and I poured two glasses of the near crystal water. It smelled strong. She was just using her wealth and influence to manipulate him. I knew that, and I was sure that Uncle knew that too. At least, I thought he did. Maybe I was wrong about everything. I turned to leave before I could say something I’d regret. "Excuse me. I have chores." "Of course," she said, tone dipped in honey. "Don’t let us keep you."

“Your nephew almost got embarrassed today at the mall. I thought you said you would handle this. That is what I am calling about.” “You already took it out of my hands when you went to the elders to report.” “Elders?” He sounded surprised. I nodded slowly, pretending not to know that it was Chris who went to the elders. “Well yes, your son reported to the elders, and they summoned my wife b—” “So, has she put everything back the way it was?” “Look, that money is no longer yours. I believe it is best you remind yourself and your son of that.” “Come on, Lucian. It is the pack’s money. You cannot keep all of it for yourself. I am part of this pack too.”

He would instruct the maids to place fresh ones every day, but he had replaced them with exquisite and luxurious fake flowers for Yulia’s sake. Sean came downstairs. I softly greeted him. “Uncle Sean.” His face sank. “Zella, I’ve never mistreated you. Is that how you repay me?” He sounded angry and indignant. I gripped the hem of my shirt. It was useless to offer a weak explanation to him since he had long changed. He no longer trusted me. “Don’t you want to explain it?” My silence drove him to pick up a teacup beside him and smash it on the floor. The ceramic shards scattered all over the room.