Mahawaan In English Novels & Stories

Okay honey, I’ll make everything for you, and what’s with you calling me mama, momma, mommy and all, why don’t you stick to one , I like mommy,” Mahira said “Mmmmm, nope, I like Mama, Moma, Mimi and I also like Mommy, ha ha ha, you’re my mommy, I can call you with any name, you’re mine, only mine okay moma,” Mahira sighed as her last line reminded her of someone, ‘like father, like daughter,’ she went and prepared the stuff for Tama While Tama was being fed food, Mahira also judiciously broke the news of Wakanovak and family. She skipped some bits of information as she didn’t want Tama to get confused, but she was a brilliant kid and accepted all information with much zest, vigour and happin

his mate. "Miwa....Iretomiwa." The little girl answered with a dazzling smile. "Miwa... Iretomiwa...a beautiful name for a beautiful girl...what does it mean?" Kalen asked tenderly and the little girl grinned. "..that you're in luck because it means blessing has come to you." The little girl replied in a childish teasing voice, Kalen threw his head back letting out a loud laughter, the joy in his heart was indescribable. "Blessing has come to me?....Miwa, Iretomiwa....my blessing....." Kalen whispered in a loving tone, the little girl smiled again before turning around and heading home, Kalen watched her with a complicated gaze, one thought in mind.

In a sewer currently lives the maiden, Shaina. The house, land, car and fancy clothes were all just fabricated by her so that she could reclaim Carlos heart and he will come back to her. “Shai, here!” her friend Roan calls her, as she waves to her and accompanied by three burly young men. Shaina is a well-known hostess and gold digger, when it comes to the nightclub where she works. She was attracted to gallant or wealthy men and foreigners, because of her ability to seduction and attract men.

she mumbled looking at the door where Maa was already standing with amusement in her eyes. "My regards to her. Kiss her cheek, forehead, nose and everywhere for me on my behalf," he yelled before Mehr pressed the red button. "Where are you going to, young lady?" Maa raised her eyebrows because she can't raise one at a time which makes her to be so jealous of Mehr who can do it expertly. "Hajiyan Allah, I was just about to ask you if I can..." she trailed off not knowing how to put it even though it's not the first time she asked.

She leveled the vibrating tip directly at Mwajuma’s chest. "Halt, Savage," the leader commanded. The language was not Swahili. It was not German. It was the sharp, melodic tongue of Agano, yet somehow, through the strange translation magic inherent to the Door’s passage, Mwajuma understood the intent perfectly. Mwajuma did not raise her hands. She couldn't have even if she tried. Her arms hung limply at her sides, dripping with the dark, foul-smelling ichor of the monsters she had slaughtered. Her colonial skirt was a shredded, bloody mess, and the clay she had packed into her wounds was cracking and peeling away.

He then seemed to think on her words, before he replied to Lynnette in the same language as she had spoken to him; though his accent made her laugh a little in response. “So, are you two going to fill me in on the joke? What exactly does Ma'halan mean?” Vaughan said, seeming less than amused. Lynnette looked back to him with a gentle smile and said, “It is a term of endearment. The closest translation I can think of; would be lovers.” At her words, Vaughan's face turned a deep shade of red. He faltered, his words nothing more than a stuttering mess. It took him a few moments before he was able to calm himself down; though his cheeks did not return to their normal colour for a good deal longe