Umara Ahmad Novels & Stories

He said, gesturing towards his people. "It's not needed seriously..." Bro said. "Tēnā koa. Please we insist" "We will stay" I replied quickly. I wanted to talk to Aroha before leaving. "Let me introduce everyone here. This is Maugham my head advisor and This is Tane Maugham 's son and Aroha's fiancé..." ------------- Hope you enjoy read.

Kenton says, reaching out with his other hand and grasping ahold of my own, then curls me into his body as he tries to shield me from the eyes of the other now naked men and women before us. We come to stop before a man who looks to be in his forties. He looks like an older version of the man standing next to me. He has a big smile on his face as he takes the two of us in, taking note of his son's hand in mine, his other tucking me into his side. "Amaris, I would like you to meet my dad, Alpha Kerryington Clearwater.” 'Alpha?' The word, what I've read about Alpha wolves in books, causes a lead weight to develop in the pit of my stomach.

Somia said while slapping his shoulder "And You are Aima"Haris said while pointing his both hands towards her Somia smacked her head and made a cute pout . " I AM NOT AIMA. I AM SOMIA AHMAD SIDDIQUE . DAUGHTER OF AHMAD SIDDIQUE .SISTER OF BURHAN SIDDIQUE. GRAND DAUGHTER OF AKRAM SIDDIQUE."Somia said in shouting tone and glaring at him He was looking at her feeling like a mental. He don't know what the hell is happening.

the sectary said with a warm smile. "Asallamu Alaikum, good morning" Ahmad said as we walked into his office, he got up from his seat to give Umar a handshake greeting him on the way, please sit, he said pointing to a sofa by the edge of his office. "I can stay, I have work to do, but I trust Fatima is in good hands now" Umar said looking at me for approval to leave. I nodded. sure, thank you" Ahmad replied. "I will see you later," Umar said to me before walking.

Mairo said nudging Umaru which he got on his knees "Habiba I beg you in the name of Allah to forgive me for what have done to you ever since you know me. I know have done more harm than good, but please find it in your heart to forgive me. I know am not worthy of your forgiveness but because of my brother and the Lord who made you and me forgive me" Umaru pleaded which Tehzeeb was just staring at him without any reaction "please Habiba forgive me, maybe I can have peace of mind before I die and for all this suffering to stop"Umaru said with tears on his face which Umma did not show any emotion at first till she saw his tears and see how remorseful he is

Her voice was firm. “Are you sure about this?” “Yes, let us not waste our time here. At least one of us could go to Axum. I’ll support you.” Seti gave him a quick peck. The voices of the dissatisfied spectators echoed. “I’m willingly giving my spot to Pierre Amherst!” Seti announced while she raised her hands high. The faces of the disappointed council members were visible. However, almost everyone hardly shook their heads. And so, Pierre was announced as the winner. They walked back to their location hand in hand again when the next contenders were called. One of them was Kane Gunther.

They all greeted him like he was the king. As usual, he doesn't reply to greetings. He would rather wave his hand off to them. He did that and sat on the chair while Kimberly stood up. "Let's start the meeting." He ordered. "Okay. Let's start but who is this?" A man in his fifties asked. "Why do you want to know her? She's my Secretary! So start the damn meeting!" Damien banged the table frightening everyone. "Yeah! Yeah! I'm very sorry. So, the goods from the U.K arrived lately on Wednesday and they need two companies to buy it. We discovered the goods........"

A paragon of neat and clean. His uniform was the same as the chauffer's, a white dress shirt tucked neatly under a pair of black trousers. Unlike the chauffer's cuff links which were silver in color, his were gold. A higher rank. In addition he wore a black buttoned half sweater and his feet and socks were buried in his polished black shoes. It was easy to see the the Wushi family crest imbued on his left wrist since it was not a regulation to wear gloves for the senior servants of the

“I’m sure you would. But you’re too valuable to waste in a direct fight.” He then looked at Serena. “You must feel better, now that he’s here.” Serena lifted her chin defiantly. “You’re wasting your time. Whatever you’re planning, it won’t work.” “But it already is,” Maeron said, and stepped back. “Hope is a beautiful thing. But it’s also the easiest to twist.” He left the chamber with a flourish of his robe, the chains clinking faintly in his wake. The door slammed behind him, leaving them in silence once more.

Since he was taller and older than Jide, King Nnaji had ordered him to play the role of a wretched father who had been infected with this deadly disease and had resorted to begging, just to feed himself and his son. “What use is money in the hands of a leper?” Jide shook his head with reproach. If Ginika knew the old saying, while was he acting like a goat? “We would rather you give us food,” Ginika added. “This is the least my master can do for your sorry soul.” The commander tugged the reign of his camel. “But there is a village down the riverside, northwards from here. Name is Umudike. You can have a fresh drink from their waters and find solace there. I hear there is an herbalist that tr