Novel & Cerita Gidan Uncle Hausa Novel Complete

KINKY'S Dad Love on fire Chapter 11 By, baby favour ★★★★ Vanessa POV The dream I just had is a troublesome one. If it happens to me in real life I can survive it. I am sure of that. My uncle can't be a devil. Is it not possible that he is nice and treats me right? He cherishes me so he won't do that right?. Never he can't but is dream pain supposed to be that real?. I felt real but I am sure it was not my uncle. Mr Badmus we all know is a good man with his wife and kids but then we don't know why he is capable of doing anymore ever since they died in a motor accident he has changed and started doing some things.

' He begged through the mind link. 'Don't you dare Hazel, let the man sweat. I've never witnessed him so embarrassed before,' Gidian spoke. 'Gidian you asshole.' Gidian began howling in laughter. "Zander, how many women have you been with?" Oh Lord, Uncle was really grilling him hard. I could see Zander's face and eyes getting puffy, I decided to save him. "Uncle Abe, how does it feel to be married to a woman who's a descendant of a God?"

All the way, Noah kept silent. “And, this... Miss...” Jode Hagens turned to me, politely asking my last name. “Green, Joan Green. ”I stood up to shake hands with him. “Yes, Miss Green, Noah’s fiancee. I got you!”Jode Hagens laughed and toasted. “Hope you enjoy the show. Jode Hagens, right?” Noah seemed a little impatient. “Yeah yeah, right. See you around, Mr Hugo.”Jode Hagens left. I could tell from his changing in calling Noah that Jode Hagens was a man having gift in observation at both social interaction and sense motive aspects.

“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 just looked, as Rufus got closer to him. "Playing tough, are we?" I grabbed the G - clamp from Rufus and pried his mouth open. I honestly was determined to remove a tooth from his mouth. He screamed in protest and I stopped. "I go talk. I go talk. Na Chief Idionsere sey make we no kill am. E be wan bribe Chief 'bazuaye, collect plenty money from am before he kill the old man." ( I will talk, Chief Idionsere said we shouldn't kill him. He wants to bribe Chief 'bazuaye before he kills the old man).

Seun just laughs. "Did something happen between you and Dami?" Seun asked suddenly before taking a sip from his own drink that was different from mine. I let out a bitter laughter kicking the sand. "Honestly, I don't know." I feel his eyes on me and I look up at him. "When I first heard that My Uncle had married a Fifteen years old girl to his Twenty years old Son. To be honest, I wasn't surprised at all. They're old fashioned and they don't see anything wrong since they too were married at a young age too."

"Now, I see where the problem is coming from." "What problem?" I asked the old man. "Are you not an Igbo man?" "Yes I am an Igbo man so is my uncle." "Wonderful!" The old man said and grabbed another piece of kola nut. He chewed slowly. "Bisi is a Yoruba name. It means the girl you want your uncle to marry is a Yoruba woman." "Yes! She is a Yoruba woman. Is there something wrong with that?"

She leaned closer, lowering her voice so only Lila and I could hear, her words dripping with a cold, calculated cruelty. "Let’s be honest about why our terrifying uncle took you in. Rowan is a monster, Veda. He’s the Butcher. No high-born omega in the West District would ever willingly tie her soul to a man with that much blood on his hands. He’s cold, he’s sadistic, and the Council only tolerates him because he does the dirty work Julian is too noble to touch. He didn't choose you because you're special. He chose you because you were the only piece of garbage desperate enough to take his name without screaming."

He said he would send it. She ended the call. She sat at the kitchen table. Ethan sat beside her. He did not say anything. She did not say anything. The kitchen was quiet in the specific way it was quiet when something too large for words had just arrived. After a long time she said: “I have an uncle in Lagos.” “Yes,” he said. “His father knew my father.” “Yes.” “My grandfather brought two sons from Lagos in 1968. One stayed. One went back.” She looked at the table. “And fifty years later the one who stayed left something that found its way back through a government commission announcement.”

My mouth formed an 'o' shape in understanding. Hayden's uncle stepped out of the car and walked towards us. He was a tall man, with dark skin that matched Hayden's complexion, making me realize how common it was here. Dark skin was prevalent among the majority of people I saw, and I admired the acceptance and lack of discrimination. "Aye, look at my boy Slim!" his uncle exclaimed loudly, embracing Hayden in a hug. Hayden seemed displeased by the affection, but his uncle only laughed, unaffected. "Yuh aunt vex. She say she ain't see yuh in so long," his uncle continued, and Hayden rolled his eyes.