Hassan Of Hundred Faces Novels & Stories

Her mom intervened with a fake smile as she glared at Sabeerah, she shrugged nonchalantly. "It's okay." Hassan said fidgeting. "So can you tell us a bit about yourself Hassan." Her mother asked him. Sabeerah noticed he looked over to his dark skinned friend who gave him a nod of encouragement. Lacks confidence! "Well I'm Hassan Bashir, I'm from Gombe state, I'm the third child out of ten. I am a banker and I own my apartment at Jabi." He smiled with mild pride at the last part, Sabeerah looked at him with a small smile.

"Why you want to meet, now speak up....." Mr. Hassan said while glaring at the Kawish who was sitting in front of him with all his glory. But he was giving cold impression while looking at them. He was seeing him after full ten years. He seemed an exact copy of his father. But only his eyes are black while his father's were honey color. For a moment as he looks at him, he feels like it is his friend, Ali, who is in front of him.

I tidy my suit and run a hand through my hair, since the wind has made it all messy. She looks at me like a snake, wanting to bewitch me with her eyes, but I won't fall for her games. For me, they wouldn't even set foot in this house, but my mother and father can't see how much this family is bad for all of us. My brother and I got close to the helicopter and saw the tall, strong man come down, his army clothes and the familiar face. Hassan, yes it was him. Faruk would not leave his son out of it all, Bern runs to him and hugs him, he takes her by the waist and lifts her up like a doll. It would be beautiful if it wasn't the most fake family I've ever seen.

Hassan’s mother snapped at him. “She called me an Animal, I have told you severally that I don’t like her but she is your good version of daughter in a law. She can’t do anything except sleep all day. She is extravagance in her spending… I am tired, I can’t cope with her.” Hassan said and Hikmah’s mother swallowed hard from where she sat trying to take all that she had heard. They were so shocking to take in.

“You’re seriously messing with me, ain’t you?” System: “…” Byul glanced at Hassan and then asked the system. “Let me see his stats.” The system beeped and the screen displayed Hassan’s profile and skill section. [Duke Hassan Level 5 Ability: None Status; jiangshi (rare) Attack +10 Defense +50] Byul widened his eyes as he stared at the stats section. Look at that defense! Is that the reason he’s not burning from the sun anymore?! Byul chuckled and look at Hassan with a proud expression on his face.

Especially from their grim looks except for one familiar smiling face. “It’s Shady Man,” Katie gasped. “Nice to meet you too once again,” Hassan greeted. “And please stop calling me that.” He had two subordinates behind him. “She’s right, Chief,” one of them said. “You do look like a Shady Man.” Both of his subordinates cackled like hyenas. Hassan’s appearance still looked like a shady person. At least we learned his rank in his guild. The Crimson Shadow chief turned his heels toward them. “One word from any of you, and I’ll send you both to Fang Horn.”

" I hate that girl already " an angry Hassana barge into the room in anger " hey, you need to calm down. Where is saddam?" hussaina asked as she faced her sister from where she was sat on the bed. " he has left" Hassana answered " So now tell me who is this unfortunate girl you hate and by the way you nearly knocked down the door! " Hassana huffs " is it not that good for nothing maid. She is so getting on my nerves"

I blinked hard, trying to clear my head. "Hassan, I really think we should slow down…" "You are worthy of that name," he interrupted, his voice growing more passionate. "You have the intelligence, the grace, the breeding that would make you the perfect wife for someone in my position. Together, we could build an empire that would make your father's wealth look like pocket change." The mention of my father made me flinch. How much did Hassan really know about me? "I would give you everything," he continued, reaching across the table to grasp my hands again. "Homes in Dubai, London, New York. Jewelry that would make queens weep with envy. Art, cars, whatever your heart desires. Money would nev

She threw him a glare and everyone laughed at him, "These signifies riches, Hassan. I am going to become rich when I become older." "Older keh? You're around your mid forties if I'm not mistaken. How old then do you want to get before you become rich?" Hassan asked but got no reply so he continued, "pft. Stupid superstition people believes in. I can't believe that someone like you still believes on all that." Everyone heard a sound right after Hassan completed his statement. They all turned to his direction to see him rubbing the back of his head where Ebiere had slapped him.

Instincts should have warned him not to go anywhere near Lady Roksolana. "I said, what is your relationship with Lady Roksolana?" Jamal asked furiously. "We are merely an acquaintance, Sultan," Hassan answered the Sultan. "Then, why were you with her twice?" Jamal asked again. Hassan nearly laughed at the way the Sultan was acting. He wondered if the man knew just how deeply into Lady Roksolana he was. He thought about lying to the Sultan about his reasons for visiting Lady Roksolana but decided against it, knowing that the Sultan was liable to stab him to death in his furious state. Hassan explained to the Sultan about how he had visited Lady Roksolana the first time to thank her for her pr