Yarima Fudhal Hausa Novel Complete Novels & Stories

Her face heated, and she averted her sight. The YHRA, as I recently realized, is very different from Lesley. Yhra has a distinctive appearance, including a sharp nose, pouty lips, and pale complexion. "W-what? Don't talk in such a snooty tone." As I caress her cheeks, I can't help but smile.

They - Lash and Zulqa - entered the venue which was decorated in the traditional Fulani theme with Halima, Hassana, Hussaina and Qifdiyya tailing behind them all holding calabashes filled with fresh whole milk which Fulani call kindirmo and another traditional food made with millet called fura. Lash sat beside Zulqa and the event started. Towards the end, Lash fed Zulqa the Kindirmo and fura and he did the same too. The fifth event was the kauyawa day which they decided to call Hausawa day. It was conducted in favor of Lash because even though she's not entirely sure, she believes she's Hausa by tribe.

*This is in Third person’s pov* "I've brought the meat!" Tayo announced as he entered the kitchen. "Is that why you're now shouting?" Wunmi said and collected the bag from him. "Lara, please wash this meat, I'll slice the vegetables and fry them." "Okay." Lara opened the bag. “This is very much.” "Everything is not for the fried rice, some are for the 'Asun' (Barbecue).” Tayo said.

Move before I blow your heads with this gun" " *** Aunty yasira busied herself with the novel in her hand. She was never a fan of reading books but found joy in it the moment she started staying in the hospital with rahama. The books helps keep her mind off things. Especially this current issue. " Yasira! " her husband entered the room feeling so happy. She was confuse as to why he was happy " alhaji what happened ?" " Sadiq just called saying that they've caught the Criminals"

That is the short story of the romantic novel she had heard during her life in Indonesia. 'Bastard! I've never done those terrible things! I've never slept with anyone other than Hayden, my husband! But why is my baby have not the royal family’s blood? Crazy… this is all crazy… this world really just sided with the plot of that damn novel! My ten years of hard work so that I don't have the same fate as the villainess Fuschia in the novel, turns out to be in vain.' Fuschia sobbed as the guards pushed her roughly into the narrow old wooden wagon while clutching her baby tightly.

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In my mind, ‘this hausa babes can fall hand with their dressing sha’… She: Good morning sir… Me: Good morning… How was your night? She: It was fine sir… Me: Wait, how do you say ‘how was your night in Hausa’, because I’m trying to learn the language o… She: **laughs** You say ‘antashi lafia’… Me: **i try saying it after her** antashi lafia… Hmm, at least I’ve learnt one today. So, antashi lafia? She: **laughs** Lafia lau…

He walked back to his part and start packing the necessary things he will need over there. *** Guess Tehzeeb will be free for now Thank you all for reading my novel. I appreciate your efforts by voting and commenting My Upcoming Novel will be Hausa Novel and it's gonna be my first novel in hausa...... DANI KIKE

Once again I thank the Lord for blessing me with the pigment melanin. (Iyawo- means new wife in Yoruba a Nigerian language) "Mommy stop teasing her na" Dili joked with a mild laugh. I have seen playful and cheerful Dili a lot. But this Dili right here looked more cheerful than I have ever seen him. It did something to that my organ that pumps blood round my body. Yes I was talking about my heart.

"Who the yeisha do you think you are, wisira? You really think your tiny afrima and small chest is going to inspire lust from anyone better than me?" Yeisha was something akin to hell; I translated easy enough when I thought on the word itself. Afrima was easy, I almost didn't even have to focus on that word. He was talking about my backside. I stepped forward and planted my hands on my hips, looking the man straight in his brown eyes. "I am not whatever that word is that you called me. Nor is she! And even a sanshas would be preferable to a… Draygon like you," I growled at him.