Raina Hausa Novel Complete Novels & Stories

Once again I thank the Lord for blessing me with the pigment melanin. (Iyawo- means new wife in Yoruba a Nigerian language) "Mommy stop teasing her na" Dili joked with a mild laugh. I have seen playful and cheerful Dili a lot. But this Dili right here looked more cheerful than I have ever seen him. It did something to that my organ that pumps blood round my body. Yes I was talking about my heart.

Behind her, Damian approached without making a sound. He sat beside her. "Writing?" She nodded. "I think it's time someone recorded the story honestly." He looked towards the lights of Lagos shimmering in the distance. "What will you call it?" Amara followed his gaze. Rain began to fall once more, soft enough to glisten beneath the city lights. A peaceful smile spread across her face. She answered without hesitation. "Beneath Lagos Rain." The two of them sat together in comfortable silence as the rain whispered over the mountain and the city below.

RINA hissed so loudly and flung the book she was reading on the bed, and got up. It was a novel, she had been trying to read and comprehend this novel for the past thirty minutes now, but she kept flipping back to the beginning once she has reached a particular page. The novel just wasn't entering. A lot was on her mind, for a lot has happened. She was actually trying to see if she could use the novel to clear her head, at least until Zaina comes by.

I used to believe silence was safe. But lately, silence feels heavier — like it’s holding secrets I’m too scared to name. It’s been two weeks since Rand kissed me under the rain. Two weeks of colour, laughter, and quiet glances that say more than words ever could. The mural was almost complete now — golds, blues, and deep strokes of grey sweeping across the wall like waves of emotion. It was beautiful, but it terrified me too. Because when something this perfect starts to feel real, that’s when the fear creeps in — fear of losing it.

Nina’s pov- Looking beyond my anger and my fear after Mavericks display of power or whatever that shit was, last night had stayed tormenting to my sanity. He had left like I had insisted he do but sleep wasn’t welcomed until I sensed him again. I had writhed in agony for god knows how many hours after he had left. In those hours that he had been gone I had spent every second of it in excruciating pain as the beast inside of me tried with all its wild might to be free. At first, I was fighting it, refusing its need to be released until I couldn’t no more, I didn’t understand it because by the time I had stopped fighting to keep it inside for some unknown to me reason my body wouldn’t make th

This chapter is in third person's p.o.v. Wunmi got inside the room and removed her Gele. She sat on the bed and removed her shoes while waiting for her Aunty to bring Adesewa. The naming ceremony was a big success as people from far and wide came as a result of her little popularity when David was alive. "Adesewa wants food o, she has been crying since." Aunty Bimpe said as she brought the baby.

She was busy thinking about her mistakes that made her this easy of a target by everyone. Once the girls were gone she continues to clean despite the pain she was feeling. She knew it. It was really bad for her to come close to those beautiful people. After cleaning she went out of the building with a portion of her face red. She's used to the pain but not with the insults. It was still hurting her even if it's going on for years now. "Keep your head up Braun, you might trip." Sasha glance up and saw Eustone leaning against the wall with a smile that immediately faded when he saw her face. The expression he was showing was kind and it reminded her of a beautiful springtime. A spring...

"Now, are you going to keep making excuses to run back into your corner, or are you going to help me crush these star-anise pods?" Nalvath stared down at her small, warm hand, his ancient heart hammering a frantic rhythm against his ribs. The deep, heavy trauma of a lifetime spent being hated by his own kind began to soften under her gaze. Slowly, deliberately, he moved his arm forward, letting his dark skin brush against her fingers, surrendering to the brilliant, saving warmth of her touch.

Ava’s POV Sleep was a stranger that night. I had tossed and turned until the moon itself had traveled halfway across the sky, the glow through my curtains mocking my exhaustion. My wolf stirred restlessly beneath my skin, as though aware of my turmoil but refusing to share its calm with me. Every breath in the dark felt stifling, every thought circling back to Diego, to Sage, to the chains of my family’s expectations. I finally pushed the covers off with a sigh and padded to my balcony doors. The air outside was cool and heavy with the faint scent of rain. The courtyard below looked peaceful, but peace was the last thing inside me.

"Well uh. It was nice to meet you Dera. I hope to see you some other time." I loved the way my name rolled off his tongue. "You too Seun." I mutter not bothering to acknowledge the last part of his statement. We part and I ended up buying the purple phone case which was in fact made for my brand of iPhone. Luckily I got home just in time before Damilayo got home. Ini was in fact relieved to see me and I think secret shopping is going to be our secret new thing. A/N: Phew! First chapter. How do y'all like it. When I started writing this book I felt like I wasn't embracing my Culture. I mean as a Nigerian, an igbo girl for the matter. You'd expect me to write more about my culture, my people.