Hausa Love Novels & Stories

Heaven muttered not finishing his sentence. "Then what?" I answered and raise my brow. He laughed at me and shook his head. Tch. I look away and glance at Lena, She put down the cake and smiled at me. "Happy birthday!" She energetically greeted that making me laugh. She's the most energetic person that I met. Lena is not that rich like us but she's gorgeous and you can't notice to her that she's not rich because of her fair skin. Geraldine greets me next and she even cries. She's the most emotional of all of us.

she whispered in Hausa language, Fatima eye mounted fear in her, she taught she would hit her " You are such a foolish girl; you know what would had happened to you if your father was here" mute. "Alisha, respect yourself, be careful, I wouldn't repeat myself" she walks into a room. ***** Kaima and Nnenna in the living room peeling a melon " Mommy, I don't know why she hate me” knock the melon so hard on the tray “when are greets her, she replied so fierce” she expands

Is it because of their bond or because they ain't in love? If her son is really in love with what Hausa people will call Jagaliyah, then she will disown him. How can he fall in love with her of all the people across the globe? He has his first wife who is always respectful and has all characteristics of being a princess, but he divorced her severing all the decrees, no trace of them ever going back. Then brought this half woman half fire to them, what does he see in her? There is nothing other than the face, why did he do that to himself?

From the very first time I met her in the kitchen two years back, she made me feel hard just by looking at her. Many says this is not love, but this what I have. I am loving her the way I want to. Her humbleness, her selflessness makes me fall in love with her again and again and every time harder from before. Call it an obsession or whatever, I'll name it love. My love. Ha, mere ander hawas hai. After all she is my fucking wife. (yes I lust for her)

It read: “ Aidah love, I'm sorry to leave this way. Oh, how I wished we met on better circumstances, but that didn't happen. I have to leave Nyankpala, I mean Ghana due to some reasons best known to me and I feel my past is catching up to me, but just can't let it. Not just yet. How I wish I could turn back the hand of time. But it's too late. I enjoyed the love we shared and the memories we made, this isn't goodbye yet. I hope our paths cross again someday

She finished her breakfast on time, she sauntered out of the house after bidding them adieu. "Mallam Audu, I'm ready." she called standing next to the car that's taking her to school. "Ina yini Mallam Audu," she greet him in Hausa, squatting down a little when he came out of his room dressed in his usual Jallabiya. "Lafiya lau Meheruu," he teased knowing how she despised the name. "Mallam Audu!" she whined stomping her feet on the ground. "Muje kafin muyi latti (let's go before you get late) and we don't want that." he said laughing whilst shaking his head.

Paul Henry Take a sip of water, continue to say: "Love, marriage, and childbirth is a long-term plan, you must prepare mentally for a long-term struggle, absolutely do not fight quickly..." This time, back to the battle… Fiona I looked at my watch, only five minutes left Paul Henry talked for an hour… Right now, there was only a buzzing sound in her head, even a good voice couldn't stand it... Speaks better than our assessment teacher and appreciates the arts.

He read the caption "YOU DON'T CHOOSE YOUR FAMILY . THEY ARE GODS GIFT TO YOU, AS YOU ARE TO THEM " "come home son , i love you Happy birthday to you my dear " His hand clinch at the side of portrait stood up and bang the portrait in his wall , the pieces of the portrait shattered on floor . "LOVE !! LOVE BULLSHIT WITH YOUR LOVE !!" He shouted before going in for a relax warm shower. He came out from the shower wrapping a towel on his waist ,shaking his head to dry of his hair , showing off his super muscular body with six pack abs. .

I whisper to Malachi "Миша выходит из себя. Ваш принц подарил вам невозможное чудо. Если ты не дорожишь им, ты потеряешь их обоих" (Misha snap out of it. Your prince has given you a impossible miracle. If you don't cherish him you will lose both of them) he firmly tells Misha. Sasha walks over and smacks his twin in the back of his head knowing that Malachi would of done it if our woman wasn't in his lap. Misha immediately starts using his brain and wraps his arms around Jacks waist kissing all over his growing belly before planting a big kiss on his lips.

Indignation overtook Meg as she struggled to remain calm. "I never gave you hope," she continued, her voice laden with regret. "I never invited you into my room. I woke up and you were there, as if you had a right over my body and my life. That's not love, William, that's possession, that's a power game you're playing." William looked at her for a moment, his eyes full of disdain. "Love is a luxury that few can have. And an orphan like you, with no family or last name, would never find a better match. You'd better be grateful for this opportunity and stop playing hard to get."