Wahiba Fatima Novels & Stories

"He's still resting. Your phone has been ringing continuously, maybe your appointment is important." I watched as Hamieydat Al Hassan pursed her lips in frustration, she acquiesced to Falmata's suggestion and told her to call immediately Baaba woke up. We both nodded and waved her goodbye as she left in a flurry of flowery Abaya and wide sweeping sleeves.

She stood in front of the mirror to see marks on her neck due to that monster's torture. "He eats me like he haven't eaten anything for years." Fatima made a face as she went to take a shower , a warm one. Besides Abaan who was talking on the phone outside needed a cold shower at that time. Fatima after making a loose bun and covered her head with a loose hijab, as she didn't want that incident again, she walked outside to find Abaan standing near the door. He wasn't wearing his coat , still in his black shirt whose few top buttons were opened , as usual, giving the glimpse of his tattoo. She wanted to throw that phone from his hands but didn't do it as she knew his work was very important b

Faria said as I entered the room. Faria is the first woman I met; she is tall, with long red hair and green eyes; I don’t dare open my mouth about her physique. “Can we help you somehow?” Sarah said. Sarah is the third, she is tall, but she comes up to my shoulders, blond hair and brown eyes, an expert in contortions. “Or do you want me to make you a hot bath?” Sabiha said. On the other hand, Sabiha is the second, short but with curvy breasts, black eyes, and hair, is wrapped in an aura of sadness.

I'd be a liar if I say I've not been tempted to leave this shit of life behind, but except for my mom's investigation, a certain girl is holding me back. A certain fierce black hair girl with hazel eyes. Ashanti. I've never met a woman who is intriguing as her, she's different and a badass. There's just something about a woman that can handle her own that is so fucking beautiful. If I had my choice, I'd bend her over and eat her out, get on my knees and worship her cunt like the beauty she is. “We've got something information concerning the burnt warehouse” I spun around at the sound of my most trusted man's voice.

Her voice lacked interest, it felt like she was being forced to work with him. "I like the young man quite well, we'd continue with him." "Okay, should I call him to begin drawings?" She asked. "Yes, I'll like us to begin as soon as possible." Outside the office, Sabeerah leaned on the wall and exhaled. Her heard was hurting as usual and tears stung her eyes but she refused to let them fall, she was stronger than that. "Fatima call James Nnamdi up here, he's Alhaji Faruk's assigned architect right?"

But that was hard, seeing as she just sat there looking out of space. Camila Brinx was indeed a fine and beautiful young woman, she was a role model to many girls and women, they aspired to have her calm and collected mindset. I've heard many girls discussing how beautiful she was and how much they admired the way she talked and carried herself. She was indeed remarkable, she has a light six pack and a beautiful hour glassed shape, not to mention her moisturized curly brunette hair.

she winked. Zainab shook her head " You're not serious. No man is better than my Tahir." Kalthum smirked " ikon Allah. Let me kukuma keep shut" " Better" *** " Why would she talk to you Faisal? After all you made her pass through?" Habib questioned then continue to press his phone.

"What?!!!" I was shocked and so was Habiba too. I've been trying to think for so many days, why would Balkis want a revenge on me? So, this is the reason? This is why she wants to make me suffer? But why? What have I done to her? Her father had made a crime and she can't expect him not to be punished at all. "You can go on, Hamza." "Yes sir. His full name is Muhammad Jamiu, he has three daughters; Fatima, Balkis and Sadiya. Fateema died when he was imprisoned then, she suffered from cancer and as there was no any money to treat her then, she couldn't make it and died."

Hikmah asked. “Ehn, She is my eldest brother wife.” Fatimah said “She is younger than you are now...” Hikmah said. “But she is my brother’s wife, you know how Bro is , I don’t want wahala and I must also warn you , all these things you keep saying, if he hear any of them, you know what he can do.” Fatimah warned Hikmah and she swallowed hard. “A girl your mom does not even like.” Hikmah said.

Hajiya Kaltumi asked Mrs Habiba with smile on her face "Of course we have" comes Umma reply "Just come to check on Gogo Ramatu" "That's good of you. May Allah reward you" "Good morning Hajiya" Tehzeeb greated "I thought I said you should stop calling me that already. Enough of the formalities you know we're one now" Hajiya Kaltumi said to Tehzeeb. Tehzeeb was about to go and call Gogo Ramatu when she emerge out of the room with a bag in her hand