Wani Novels & Stories

BINTA I lived on a remote island on the coast of Lafiya called Rayuwa. Lafiya is a country made up of four states. Fili State, Ruwa State, Gona State and Daji state. Rayuwa is part of Daji State, and the capital of Daji is Duniya. The proximity of Rayuwa to Duniya is near. Lafiya is a developed country, but although Rayuwa is a part of Lafiya, it lacks civilisation, and because of this, it serves as a tourist attraction for Lafiya, generating millions in revenue. In Rayuwa, there were no schools, no electricity, or water supply. People usually fetched water from the streams or dug wells in their compounds. The lack of civilisation made it impossible for us to access proper medical care, and

Over! “Geeze Bruno! Can you please chill out? You don’t have to say over after each phrase or sentence you know!” “Oh! You can hear me Mr Noah! I feel relieved! Over! Oh sorry! Over!” “I’ll be right up okay? Just entertain them with their complimentary welcome drinks.” “I think you should go back up now. Bruno seemed anxious. “Tell me about it! He panics whenever he sees VIP guests like the normal guests aren’t people he should be anxious about! One time, he almost vomitted while speaking with our first VIP booking. Bruno is such a worry wart”

I slightly relax. “Hello Onda, I’m Brian but my friends call me Burly.” As they should. He holds out his hand and I stare the hand the size of my head for a second before shaking it. “Can you believe that she’s been here even longer than me? She’s been on her own for a few years.”

Thus passed the following days, weeks and months. Will had learned a lot in his time here, he was now proficient in reading and writing the human language. He could also understand speech, but since he didn't practice much, he couldn't tell how good he was at speaking it. This made him almost go mad, he had kept silent for so long. Sneaking around without getting noticed or making a sound, not speaking to anyone. If it wasn't for the nun's soothing voice every now and then, Will would probably have gone crazy by now. Even when he was alone in the forest, he couldn't speak to himself in fear of either getting noticed by random humans or scaring off his prey. He had also learned the nun's name

Therefore, then that wolvire can be placed into headquarters for tighter security. Signed, Rokan Allegro, Indonesian High Management ___________

I ask “Indeed.” The professor muses. “In the case of this mystery Friend VR I think his disconnect is easily solvable then. I think a therapy designed to realign he and his wolf, where he discusses and accepts the behaviour that led to the witches’ actions. I think all that young man and his wolf needs is to be more self-aware and discover personal responsibility.

Adorable in a way he hadn't encountered in a long time. He leaned forward slightly, glancing at her name tag. "Mona." She winced. "Yep. That's me." Still grinning, he leaned against the counter, watching her closely. "So, Mona," he drawled, "how does it feel to watch men beat the shit out of each other for a living?" " extremely weird I guess it's my first night " Her mouth dropped open slightly, before she quickly covered it with both hands. Kane smirked. "I like honesty."

“It is…not that. Not exactly. I just have a lot in my mind. I need to clear my head.” “Tell me about it,” Dr. Wanni said with a huge grin on her face. “I have been feeling completely stuffed in here since morning, too.” She then stretched her hand out properly towards me. “I am Wanni, by the way.” I took her hand and smiled genuinely. “Lillian. Thank you again, truly.” “Oh, I know who you are,” she said and winked at me. “Hard to forget the she wolf with the presidential escort earlier this year. Quite the entrance of you ask me!”

“Emilia this is one of my good friends Nisha, she also belongs to Loren’s harem.” “Don’t call it that Tami,” Nisha responded as she flicked her black curls over her shoulder. “We all know you’re Loren’s favorite, he doesn’t sleep with the rest of us.” “Then what would you have me call it?” Tamsyn asked as she turned to face the other girl. “I know the terms we use are archaic, but it’s just what the groups have always been called.” Nisha shrugged in response as she flopped onto the bed. She stretched her limbs like a cat, I watched from the corner of my eye as she made herself comfortable and popped a grape in her mouth from the platter they’d brought.

"We live together but that's about it. I can't say we're all friends but we are all on speaking terms and have at least past the kicking ass stage" "Kicking ass—" "That's the Ber stage, it's not a cute one. But Caramel can be called my friend—" "What's a Ber? And I heard them say that before in class, except it was Chocolate they said, I think. What's that all about?" Vanessa sighs, putting her hands over her face before she let's out a dramatic sigh and looks at it "I don't think I should be telling you this so you have to swear on your life that you wouldn't tell anyone"