Hausa Love Novels & Stories

I pause momentarily debating whether or not to share, but she’s the only person I can actually share it with and I’m allowed to be excited about it right? “On Saturday, we were talking and he told me he loves me.” She gets up on her knees and yells, “What?! And I’m just hearing about this now?! Oh my GOD Vi! Tell me everything!” I smile and laugh at her response, loving how the feeling of happiness bubbles inside me. “Well, we were talking and he just kind of blurted it out. It took me off guard, but he said that he loved me long before we started this...whatever this is.”

I said to myself and there was a knock on my door,I was so tired to stand up but I manage to stand up on my feet and I managed to open the door, as l opened the door an Aroma got into my nostrils, the Aroma of food and my favourite, Egusi and a poundo yam andl quickly followed the maid who brought the food, l even helped the maid set up my dining,can't wait to devour the food, immediately the maid left, I quickly wash my hand in the bowl of water and I sit down and began to eat, when I finish eating, I wash my hand and I go to

I believe in love, because it exists, I may not have experienced it yet, but I am not looking for it, I let it find me and maybe it will make me a new person. We would need a hundred words where we have only one, this little word of love that is good for everything and suitable for nothing, this verb to love that hangs out everywhere, that goes for everything, the love of God, love men, self-love, love of others, and I love my mother, and I love my husband, and I love my daughter, and I love my dog ​​(and the more I watch the man , the more I love my dog), and I love fries, and I love Venice, and I love Ravel, and I love your ass, and I love you, and I love to believe it.

Maisie came closer to me and hugged me around my abdomen, her hair smelt of pineapples and cherries blended together and with my left arm, I began to smoothen it, slowly. "You know, right from when we met in Bulgaria, during the race, I knew fate meant for us to be together, forever", she whispered, her eyes moving from my eyes, to my lips, my eyes again, my neck. "I felt that connection like... like I had met the one, but now, forever seems like such a short time, I'm dying, and we might not escape this".

Ismail does not say anything but smiles and sings the last verse of the song, So black, so beautiful I love you, I love you, I love you, munyemo, I love you, I love you; I love you, munyemo, I love you, I love you, Ooohh yeah, my African Queen, I love you, I love you “I love you too,” I say while Ismail smiles and pulls me into a passionate kiss. I kiss him back with a big smile on my face. Today is the happiest day of my life. I will forever remember today.

Surely you will become the subject of conversation because you are considered to be a cheating partner," said Keysha. "Remember Keysha, don't forget this either; you're just a surrogate wife; I did marry you, but just so you know, I never loved you at all!" Xavier pointed right in front of Keysha's face. Keysha seemed to respond to all of this casually; he held Xavier's fingers, which he used to point at Keysha's face. Keysha kissed her husband's hand. "I love you, Xavier; what's wrong?" I just want to maintain our household because, after all, we are legal husband and wife, our relationship has been recognized by the state, and our relationship has been bound by God," Keysha said seriously.

I held my boba milk tea, watched the harmonious scene, and smiled gently. There is so much genuine love in this world, we really don't need to waste our time on insincere people.

"God, Mitchell, you do things to me. I've seen you almost die twice, and both Times you were helping save the lives of others. You have to be more careful. I don't know what I'd do if I Lost you." "Hailey suggested while you're taking care of me, I should tell you how much I love you, Christine. The problem is that I can't tell you how much I love you because I have no words for that much love. You mean everything to me. I love you as much as a person can love another, and maybe a little more."

I tried holding myself back from approaching her so I wouldn't anger her further, but the last bit of that restraint shattered when I saw Liam trying to kiss her this night. > Yas was still staring at me. Her arms crossed tight over her chest, her knuckles turning white where she gripped her own elbows. She looked smaller than I remembered and the shadows under her eyes told me she hadn't been sleeping well either. "Say it again," she finally whispered. I stepped closer, slowly and carefully, making sure I don’t ruin this moment. "I love you, Yas." My voice cracked on her name… "I have been trying to tell you for days. I have been losing my mind trying to get you to just… just look at me, ju

“That is exactly it.” “Your mother loved the people in the communities before she knew their names,” Elliot said. “She documented Hauwa Musa’s community in 1983 without knowing Hauwa Musa existed. She built precisely for a person she had never met and would never meet. That is love at its most abstract and most exact simultaneously.” Sera put her coffee down. She looked at the kitchen. At the stone on the windowsill. At the photograph on the shelf.