Saran Boye Hausa Novel Complete の小説・ストーリー

I'm Irene Essah . Born and raised in Ghana . A sixteen year old girl. Student of labone Senior High School. I guess writing books was always a part of me for the moment where I began acting in my mirror to the moment I began placing my Bic pen on my notepad to write .Most of my books are written based on my own imagination and emotions . Beneath The Scars is actually on of them . When I began writing this novel I was going through alot . I had my b.e.c.e to think of ( it's actually an exams written to promote you to the senior high school of your choice.) as well as some other family matters . While writing this book I wanted to bring out an inspirational message to all those fighting with

*This is in Third person’s pov* "I've brought the meat!" Tayo announced as he entered the kitchen. "Is that why you're now shouting?" Wunmi said and collected the bag from him. "Lara, please wash this meat, I'll slice the vegetables and fry them." "Okay." Lara opened the bag. “This is very much.” "Everything is not for the fried rice, some are for the 'Asun' (Barbecue).” Tayo said.

"Lukas, he's in our class." "No, I mean the girl." "That was Sasha Braun and she's weird," Arya answered him. He frowned. "How is she weird?" "Dude, that Sasha doesn't talk at all. It's been too long since anyone heard her voice." Hades then shrugged and bit into his apple. "Trust us, after she screws up with the volleyball coach, she became like that," Arya stated. "They said, she was pregnant and got an abortion." "Hell yeah!" Hades agreed.

She could see Ada tear up as she held her stomach, trying to control her laughter; this just made Janet join in. "Guy, what about Oyinbo?" Ada questioned with a Cheshire grin on her face, inching closer to Janet who just rolled her eyes. Oh! That boy, his case was another headache entirely. People in their school called him Oyinbo because he was very light skinned, curly brown hair and bright brown eyes. Apparently his dad relocated to Port Harcourt for business. Gary, Garri or Oyinbo as people would call him was just a cute white boy in their school that arrived two weeks late and fell head over heels for the school's head girl, which just so happened to be little old Janet.

I wonder why it's been sealed off in the dark corner of an even longer and darker corridor. I pull one of the books off the shelves and look at the title. It is a very old book, with writing barely legible. I must test my skills in reading Hausa. "The Origins" is what the title says. I open the first page and begin to read. It happened long ago that Q'waeti journeyed all over the land setting the people aright and instructing the people that would come in the future how they should act. Q'waeti instructed the people on how to build houses. One day Q'waeti

Welcome dudes and dudeths! I'm honestly Soo excited to start writing a book of this caliber. Apparently this is my very first Nigerian book, yup very first. I've always had the thought of writing a book that brings awareness to some of the bad things going on in our society today, practically to all teens out there in the world, and how we can change our society at large. I honestly hope my book reaches out to people out there. Some of the things this book is going to surround on would be,

Abdalla told us. “We owe you our lives.” Ken told him. Ken took his wallet and was about to pay the young man. “No, no, no… no need of paying, Allah will pay me in his due time.” Abdalla said. “Who is Arrah?” Ken asked, in deep Kikuyu accent which made me start laughing from where I was lying. “It is not Arrah, it is Allah, the name given to God by Muslims.” I told Ken. >>To be continued>>

SARA "During the All-Pack War. I was cornered, dying, and you were just a girl who shouldn't have been there. You saw me—a stranger, an enemy to your people—and you couldn't bear it. You told yourself that no one should be unloved in such a way. And then, you did the unthinkable. You sacrificed your wolf, your very essence, to channel enough power to save my life... You gave up your connection to the Moon Goddess for a boy you didn't know. I have never been far from you since that day. I couldn't be." Those words haunted me, clinging to my skin like a thick, oily smoke as I stumbled out of Alpha Rune’s chambers. It couldn't be true. It simply couldn't. I was angry—no, that was a pathetic und

- I told him. He nodded and pulled several books out from one of the stacks and set them in front of me. I opened the top book and ran my fingers over the runes in the title. It was beautifully written as if each word was drawn with love and attention to detail. Now that I looked at it, it reminded me of a combination of Norse and Old English. Nerrian pulled his chair closer and pointed to the first word, speaking it in my mind than out loud in Draygonian. With his help, I repeated the word over and over again until I perfected it.