Mufasa X Sarabi Novels & Stories

Since they already lack identity of the mummy, so it was okay even if they change it. "Are you saying that, he is also your soul brother." She asked. " Yes, his name is labis.... My left hand man. We three were the one , who created great history. But I left them earlier and made them suffer." Tut said while lowering his head in sadness. Amy felt pain as she saw the sadness in his eyes. She don't know what really happened. But she could guess the feeling of parting ways with their loved ones.

All you ever do is cause me trouble. Marcus tightly gripped my wrist. He only let go long after we got back into the car. The entire ride, I tried listening to his thoughts. However, no matter how hard I tried, there was never a single sound inside his mind. Once we arrived at the docks, Marcus stood by the sea breeze while workers opened the cargo boxes one by one for inspection. Quietly, I stepped closer and leaned over to look inside the crates, too. 'No way they’ll notice the cargo got soaked. I stuffed so much absorbent floral foam under the crates. By the time they figure it out, we’ll already have the money and be long gone.

please refuse this marriage I beg you! "It's a very delicate situation Sofia... very delicate... I can't just refuse such a union!" "Have you gone crazy? You're going to marry me off like this for the sake of honor? You're crazy! Father no, refuse, say I'm disgusted... that I'm disgusted with him. Say I'm a lesbian and I intend to marry Judith soon and we're very happy... invent something, but I'm not marrying Petro He! Have you ever thought about Mirella? Have you thought about her feelings? She woke up early today and came back with a bunch of bags full of panties waiting for a wedding that is not going to happen... do something! I refuse to accept this marriage!"

"As my pet, I want you by my side moving forward. However, we must first establish trust. For both of us." I stare at him. He wants me by his side? What does that even mean? That I'll serve as his arm candy in public when I'm actually permitted outside? I'm not stupid enough to think he'll ever regard me as anything beyond his plaything. In a sudden, fluid motion, he's right in front of me, the water sloshing around our emerged bodies. My breath hitches at our proximity. He gently caresses my face, gazing at me with intense scrutiny. "As you already know, I don't take betrayal lightly. I won't hesitate to blow those pretty brains of yours out the next time you try to betray me. Do you unders

Everyone in the room held their breath as they watched him read it. Watching him go from fury to rage in an instant. As soon as he was done, he crumpled the report and threw it to the side. No one dared to speak, they all watched him with fear, their hearts in their hands now. "Who is the leader of 'The Scorpions'?" Hayden asked, his voice grave. "Paul E. from Africa." Came Harsh's reply. Hayden's eyes narrowed, "Is that so?" He asked, clicking his tongue, to which Harsh hastily nodded.

Mufasa asked another question and stood by the table, his hands behind him and his eyes peering into theirs. “Well, Wayne had touched my chest before...” she trailed off. “Mine was after her body got in contact with my hand...” Wayne trailed off too as he stared at Olive. “You two just unlocked two new powers,” Mufasa revealed proudly. He walked to one of his smaller tables and picked a small knife from there. He walked back to them and right in front of their eyes, he struck his palm and gave himself a deep cut. Blood flowed out immediately. Olive looked at him with widened eyes.

"Your private affairs hold zero interest for my wolf, Zaria." I walk down the stone steps, my heart beating with a strange, intense rhythm. A few minutes later, Tade Mensah intercepts my path near the courtyard. "Luna Zaria, Elder Jabari has awakened in the upper lounge. He is violently refusing his medicine until your wolf arrives." I follow Tade up to the secondary floorboards, finding the ancient alpha thrashing against his wolf-hide blankets while the pack wardens hover helplessly. The moment his fading eyes lock onto my face, his chaotic scent instantly stabilizes. "Sarah... you returned."

The lights on the tree sparkle, and the light from the fire only illuminates them even more. "Baby." Mufasa gives me a look. "They're happy tears, I swear." He shakes his head. "It's your fault. You know I'm a crier when I'm knocked up, and you went and did it again." He walks over to the sofa, sitting down next to me before pulling me into his lap. I shift around so I can straddle him. "I think about all these small traditions we're making. It's so different from when I was a kid." He wipes a tear from my cheek before kissing it.

she laughed then apologized " actually Saraba means goodies, like gifts you bring for loved ones when they come back home mostly something edible, like popcorn or cake or sweets and candies. Stuffs like that" she explained with passion " oh okay, what a funny name for treats, but sorry I did not get you any Saraba but when next I get a chance I will pick some saraba for you" mara replied. Fun Fact: Saraba is a word from the Hausa tribe of Nigeria. It is a word most used by the northerners in Nigeria.

she mumbled, caressing the cheek where she had slapped him earlier. “I know,” Raf whispered softly, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips. “Your birthday is almost two weeks away. Excited?” he asked, a small smile playing on his lips. “Because when you turn twenty, you’re going to get your fairy.” Saraya’s eyes sparkled immediately, twinkling with excitement. Raf mentally chuckled, along with the others. They had all noticed how easily she could shift her focus from sadness to happiness—a blessing in disguise, as she never stayed trapped in her own sorrow.