Masane Amaha Novels & Stories

Rolling his sleeves and loosening his tie, Amaan took the driving seat and drove towards Asmaira’s campus, feeling unusually enthusiastic. However, the same enthusiasm faded once he spotted Asmaira on the campus. Pressing the brake abruptly at the sight—earning an angry honk for the passing by rider—his earlier smile morphed into a frown. What came into his view was Asmaira laughing heartily. But what made him frown was the company that made her laugh—a guy. A dark thought clouded him. 'Only I can make her laugh. '

“Miss West, you will be in charge of the Black Diamond suite. Since Bethany is taking the Rose Gold suite, and it’s closest to yours, she will show you the way.” She felt a jolt of uncertainty as she realized she didn’t even know who Bethany was, but her thoughts were interrupted as a girl approached her. “Hi! I’m Bethany March, but everyone calls me Beth—well, except for Madame Rachel," she said, extending a friendly hand. The warmth in her smile brought a slight comfort to Ama. Ama hesitated for a moment before accepting the handshake, her expression carefully neutral. “I’m Ama West, but I guess everyone just calls me Ama,” she replied, gently releasing Bethany's hands.

I had built something large and cold in my head. Alpha Jude Mensah was average height. Well dressed. A face that had learned to be pleasant in the way of men who used pleasantness as a tool rather than a quality. He came through the door and read the room in one second and his face did something underneath the pleasantness that was not pleasant at all. He looked at Nana first. Then at Adaeze. Then at me. "Luna Amara," he said. Smooth. Controlled. "This is unexpected." "I imagine it is," I said.

“Batameez. Have some shame Aamina!” “What ?! I am just stating the truth dado. Isn't it bhaai ? Correct me if I am wrong.” Turning towards her brother, she controlled herself from smiling wide and patiently waited for his answer. Mustafa felt in a difficult situation as he couldn't agree with Aamina’s bold statement but at the same time, he couldn't deny, that she was indeed right. Feeling nervous he rubbed his neck, unable to form correct words to describe the beauty in front of him, the one who had robbed his breaths and crazed his mind. “Yes, you look.......” Before he could complete his sentence he saw Maria leaving from there, embarrassed with the turn of events. “....mesmerizing.”

ABUJA, NIGERIA. And now, Amani is going to see her mother as it is Sunday. She's missed her mother, father and brothers a lot so she got up early and finished the last touches of some aso ebi that will be collected the next day. She knew she is going to spend all her day there and so will her husband with her brothers. She's missed her banters with her brothers a lot and can't wait to go and disturb their peace. They never are too playful but with her, it's on another whole level.

I replied, brushing off the dirt off my clothes. Alex's expression softened. "It is. But understand that it isn’t solely your burden to bear alone. We’re here to support you at all times." His words, though simple, carried the weight of truth. The pack's unity was our greatest strength, and I was beginning to feel that bond deeply. --- The hours passed by quickly, and the night’s hue darkened deeper. I sat by the fire, catching my breath from the spar. Maya approached me, her presence as gentle as usual. She gave me a cup containing herbal medicine, the steam rising in the cool wind.

The journey to the land of Amah was very tedious for the two groups. This was because they had to pass through the forest unseen. It took the groups two days and a half before they got to the boundary bof Amah Kingdom. Jacquard's group was called MGA which meant mission group A while Jack group was called MGB which meant, mission group B. The leader of MGA was called Drake. He was the oldest among the boys and had more knowledge about different missions. He lead his boys to Amah Land and they pitched their tents in the forest a little farther from the kingdom.

That man married the most pretty village girl,and was given the name Ölamerikai”which basically means an Ämerican”in Maasai. One cold evening,Kalwan arrived from his drinking spree,and sat near the fire in the middle of the hut.His eyes were stunningly red,and he gasped for breath,having staggered all the way from Ole Lepore’s drinking den.He spat a sparkle of spito into the edge of the fire,which occasionally lit his face into a warm brilliant smile,that broke a sequence of thoughts,and small murmurs.His fiercely intelligent eyes seemed to be gazing at something momentuous.There was a hint of inexpressible weariness on his physique,and Napolos knew it was time to take up the opportunity.Sh

min from head toe as she stood up straightening her long floral dress, with a hurt look on her face."She is one of young Master's guest Miss Amani." The maid replied." Oh," Amani exclaimed pacing towards Yasmin with a look of feigned marvel on her face. "You arent even that attractive you know…what’s her name, she turned to the maid seeking an answer. I wonder why my brother picked you," she muttered in fluent English which Jasmine failed to understand due to her lack of education she only knew how to speak Arabic, but the maid seemed to understand because she sluggishly forged a smile and gazed down at her feet in distress. Clearly this miss Amani must have plagued all her housemaids beca

"young man! who are you, and who did you say has sent you?" looking sternly at the King, the stranger replied, "My name is Amusa- a messenger from the kingdom of the southern region, I was sent by Shamugar to deliver a message to you." "What is the message my son?" the King asked politely, "My King said you should be ready for war on the tenth day of this month, he said should prepare your forces to collide with him in the valley of Ama." When he said so, a slight flame of anger lit up within the King. "tell your king that we the