Umaru Doma Novels & Stories

"Come in," "Arman, who's that? Oh," Amara was shocked to see him. "May I come in?" Darson lifted the bags he's carrying. "Yeah, come in." Arama responded with an awkward smile. The three of them went to the kitchen, and watch Darson while he prepared everything he needed. And, when Amara saw the mocha cake he took out from one of the box, Amara couldn't help but smile. Arman noticed how they both looked at each other, and all his reaction was to simply shake his head in disbelief. He may be a kid, but he understand what he sees.

she asked, making me nod as I continued examining her appearance, causing her to smile. "Hi, this is our first meeting, right? My name is Loma," she said as she extended her hand adorned with many shiny accessories made from pearl shells. "I'm Aurel, but where am I?" I asked, making her smile again. "You don't need to worry; you're in a safe place. I'm sure you're hungry. Well, not to worry, I brought food for you. I'm not sure if it's to your taste, but I believe you'll like it. It's my latest recipe," she said, making me look at the tray as if it were a seafood dish soup.

she said, "was made in the village where I grew up." Inside was a small, carved wooden statue of a mother cradling her baby. The detail was exquisite. I ran my fingers over the grain of the wood. "It’s called umama," she said softly. "It’s meant to bring strength and clarity to women on their motherhood journey." I hugged her tightly. "Thank you, Zanele. It’s… perfect." Then came Bella’s gift—still wrapped—thrown to me earlier with more anger than cheer. I peeled away the glossy red paper.

Catarina Rosales Marquez surveyed her garden of fruit and vegetables in the windswept hills of Mindanao. The Aswang Queen of Domminga Mountains, Catarina ruled with an iron thumb, her sleek black hair like a whip, replete with eyes of black pearls that shone like a viper's.

Rademos surprised himself with his outburst. "We are one! We are the demon known as Astraldon." "Demon?" Rademos repeated, sounding surprised. "Is this a joke?" "Yes, you are a demon! You are an incubus. You are the demon of destruction." "I- I don't understand," Rademos replied, feeling a deepening sense of confusion. "In due time, you will!" "What do you-"

We go to our locker rooms to change, but this was not the way it was all supposed to happen. Walking out of the locker rooms Bram is waiting in the hall, he turns and gives a half man hug and says, “Man, bro, thanks for helping my sister. She looked really freaked out. I do not even know what is going to happen now. Can you believe the Amory is dead?” I will not tell him yet, but his sister is my mate. I feel like her and I need to talk first, especially after she seems not to recognize me as her mate.

As soon as my warriors saw me walking up their direction ,they immediately stop laughing and pretend to be looking around for a missing object and ran off . Kumara was a really tall figure about 6ft 3 inches ,but a little shorter than lone ,he had a really muscular build and board chest, I can feel him smiling through the mask as he sees Juliana approaching ,the mate bond between Juliana and himself was unprecedented ,wow this is really beautiful ,so this is what having a mate feels like .

Each time she mentioned that Cara had cautioned her and told her not to think that way, and that the Amira she knew would always find a way to get them out of trouble, if only she was okay. Cara loved her new home, Fatu treated her like his queen. He provided all the necessary things Cara needed. Introduced her to his slaves as their new mistress. Dala's was the opposite, she walked times three of what she did while a slave even as she was now married to Kamur. "You don't desire me, then why did you marry me?" Dala asked "You will not question me in my abode woman?" Kamur roared "I was only doing you a favor, you should appreciate me for that" he added

She looked tired as she just gave me a small smile. "Where is Amar?" I asked when I didn't find him. They both would be home by this time. So it was rare for him to not be seen around. "He's out in the garage." She replied. I nodded as I headed to the opened door of the Garage. I could see Amar bent over the bonnet of his car fixing something. "What's up, brother?" I asked perched on the stool nearby. "Hey sis. Just fixing the engine." He said not looking up at me.

Make the right decision. All I can hear is a low, angry growl and I realise it is coming from me and Atari.