Novel & Cerita Wahiba Fatima

Faryah was going to help me with keeping Sophia away from the mansion tonight. I got to the university by 2:00pm and headed towards her department where I found her talking to her new friend. Khalifa. An African. I didn't like him, he didn't really look trustworthy. " Habibaty" I called her attention and she instantly came running towards me. " I did it" she squealed as she ended up hugging me tightly and giggling like a three year old. I had to laugh too. Her giggle was contagious. " I knew you would" I said as she let go of me. " I am finally going to graduate" she squealed as she jumped up and down and did a happy dance. " Yay" I said as I laughed at her and watched her celebrity. " Alham

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

All of these were observed by Fatima, also known as Satanika by her clients, who was hiding in the shadows to silently observe everyone. If it weren't for a mission she was hired for, she wouldn't even step in that room full of pretentious people. "Look at them smiling at each other, but talk shit behind their backs." A lazy smirk appeared on the beautiful face that can make every man go crazy. If trust and love are real, then why was she there in the first place? Because Bea Wrights wanted to prove to her friends that her husband is not like their partners who cheated on them. And she hired her to do the job. After all, exposing a man's cheating nature is her job.

We walked to the club entrance and were stopped by a guy who looked a bit older than us. “ids please?” I didn’t have my id and I knew the club was for 21 and above so it would have been useless. Olivia smirked “excuse me? I’m Olivia Lopez and this is Camila Santiago” the guy’s eyes widened and he apologized profuse. He quickly let us in.

While in the car, Fatima– the fat woman, entered Kier's mind. How is she? Maybe she's still fat. Fatima has no hope of losing weight. Kier smiled. Three years passed, and there was not a day that he did not remember Fatima. His flight to America was sudden, he couldn’t say goodbye to his friend Tristan. He also waited for Fatima at Lover’s Café, but according to the staff, Fatima left with her friend Kim. When he was in America he called Tristan and informed him that he was no longer in the Philippines.

"By the way, my name is Nazma. What's your name?" "Shamsiya."

They turned to see tall, beautiful dark haired woman standing a few feet away with a smirk on her face. Leah had to admit. She felt a momentary bit of jealousy upon first seeing the woman. The woman looked graceful and elegant. Leah felt almost homely compared to this woman, and the smirk on the woman’s face didn’t make things any better. Leah almost felt like smacking the smirk right off her face. Was this bitch one of Ray’s ex-lovers? She wouldn’t be surprised. After all, Ray was a very handsome and sexy man. He had no doubt had many past lovers to satisfy his needs. He was a wolf after all. Wolves have been rumored to have a very high sex drive.

She was going to see Sheikh Uthman and he’s probably the craziest human being she has ever met. “Oh my dear Tequila, just the woman I’ve been looking for” A soft voice thick with Arabic stopped her from going further and she turned back. It was the Queen dowager, Queen Fatima. even if she forgot everyone’s face, she would never forget hers. This woman was the kind of woman Tequila promised herself never to be. Someone who represented the soft community and someone they enjoyed pushing over. She took it lightly though, she made it look easy. Tequila smiled and she hoped it wasn’t looking forced. She turned back and she headed towards the old woman who had her hands outstretched.

“You think I don’t notice? I pretend to be this pure, innocent girl… but I’m not. Not even close.” Before he could respond, Fatima reached up and pulled her hijab off in one smooth motion, letting her long, dark hair cascade down her back. Then she grabbed the zipper of her abaya and slowly dragged it down, revealing the tight, low-cut tank top underneath that barely contained her enormous tits. Yusuf’s eyes widened as her heavy breasts spilled out, barely held by the thin fabric. Her nipples were already hard, poking visibly against the material. “Fuck… Fatima, we can’t…” he started, but his cock was already hardening rapidly in his trousers.