Isagi X Bachira Novels & Stories

It was from Malama Aisha… Me: Hello ma… MA: Dioxidane, yaya kake? (How are you?) Me: Lafia lau (Fine)… Yaya Aiki? (How’s work?) MA: Lafia kalau… Kana Ina? (Where are you?) Me: Ina gidan (I’m at home)… MA: Tor… Dan Allah abin da kake yi gobe (Please what would you be doing tomorrow)… Me: Walahi nothing important ma… Hope all is well…

he said with each kick. He burst out laughing as he stopped his assault, to catch his breath because Isabel couldn’t even dodge any of his kicks. How pathetic! Isabel can never and will never let a loser like Ignacio have the last laugh. She mustered some of her strength and turned into a half shift, charging at Ignacio who had his back towards her while he laughed to his heart’s content. She abruptly turned him around and dug her claws deep into his chest, ripping out his heart in an instant. His dead body then dropped to the ground with a loud thud.

"Woah...Cherry." "It's okay, I mean, she's right," Isaiah admits. I gape at him, unsure if I'm hearing him right. Did he just admit that we have a connection? "Isaiah..." I warn. "No, it's true, I'm in love with Kenna. But I can't have her in the way that I want, so her and I have agreed she will be my mistress, until I can have her how I want," Isaiah explains calmly, as if he is speaking about business matters with a trusted colleague. When I glance at Cherry, she appears just as surprised at his honesty.

Mama Barakah popularly known as Iya owala (With her tribal marks as she hails from Oyo state), an elderly woman of about 56 years of age speaks in a low voice. "Assalam 'Alaikum to everyone here. Wallahi, this is the saddest news I've heard and witnessed so far. It is indeed so painful and so unfortunate that this happened to our Aisha. Everyone here knows Aisha and everyday, I pray for her kind of Iman (faith) and Barakah (blessing)."

I take a deep breath in roder to not let my anger take over. “Sit.” When he continues to frown, I roll my eyes in frustration. “Sit down so I can treat you,” I elaborate as I vacate my seat. “Treat?” He parrots but thankfully complies and sits. “Yes. I am a white wolf who has healing powers. You know this already. That’s why there’s a big lump sum stuck on our metaphorical foreheads.” I snort, trying to make light of the statement. But Isaac apparently doesn’t find it funny. He pulls me down onto his lap and clamps his arm around my waist.

The sound of hooting precedes Iya Agba’s arrival as she enters as a bird before morphing back into human. “I am sorry for keeping you waiting,” Iya Agba says, etching a low bow. “Let’s get this done quickly, I have somewhere else I must be.” Busari stands to his feet. “Where are the goat and the pigeons?” “They are out at the backyard, let me get them.” Yeye Omo stands to her feet and totters wildly. She is saved by the wall behind her which she leans heavily on. Giving her witch’s bead to Busari for the sacrifice had weakened her a lot.

♡suha pov♡ iam shocked by ishi's question why she is asking such kind of question I replied "no not at all ishi you know na I never had crush on anyone and I will never have crush on anyone other than leave it but why you are asking such kind of question?" she said "dont be angry baby iam asking you because if you had crush on him I will not try to give hopes to my feelings you know right you are important for me more than anyone else"

Damika smiled warmly “Yaayyyy ! I have a little tigress, I have a little sister, I’m so happy, maasi mom, I want to meet her, why can’t you bring her to the island?” Little Tiger heard about having a little sister as soon as he entered with a gift for his maasi mom Maya just now realised why was the child calling her maasi mom, because she was his maasi, mother’s sister, a flood of affection filled her heart as she searched for Mahira in the boy’s face

Agad naman tumango ang dalawa at nakipag groupie sa kanya. Muntikan pa siyang tumili ng hawakan ni Isaac ang kamay nito na ikinangiti na lamang nila. Samantalang itong isa kong kaibigan, pa-demure ang bakla dahil hindi masyado nagsasalita. Nagtaka ako ng makita kong may lungkot at takot sa kanyang mga mata nang mapadako ang tingin niya kay. Xavier, kahit si Xavier ay hindi rin ito tinignan at parang iwas na iwas sila sa isat isa.

Ignazio growled hoarsely, his face contorted with pleasure. “Your pussy! Your pussy is so sweet Isa! I do not know how many times I have ti chant this to you! But I want to fuck this pussy Isa! I want to Fuck this beautiful pussy forever!” His eyes held deep-rooted lust, and his words sent a flick of shiver down my spine. Slowly, he continued to pump his dick in and out of my pussy his grunt filling the room. IGBAZIO. I looked down at the beautiful sight that connected me and Isa! Fuck! Her plump cameltoe was going to be the fucking end of me.