Yowai Mo Meaning Novels & Stories

I wanted to tell her to stop being so nice to me; to admonish her to just express the pain and the intense hurt that she was actually feeling but there was no way I possibly could because she masked her pain so well that it didn't seem like my efforts to make her feel any better would be much appreciated. So I just stayed respectful to her and always listened to the things she had to say to me with rapt attention. She loved to talk to me about faith and loved to admonish me to always have faith in God and be strong. One of the days, when she came to visit my dad and I our hotel room, she said to me; "I know your mum would call you names like "oko mi." She said with the saddest yet the most c

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Alpha and Beta were going through. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Modudeul miwohaneura aesseonne (Everyone’s trying so hard to hate me) * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

"I'm Ye Mo from the Ye Sect of Leaf City. What's your name, little girl?" The girl blinked at him with big, doe-like eyes. "I'm Yin." "Ah, Little Yin, Yin'er." Ye Mo slowly approached her slowly, afraid that she would bolt out like a frightened rabbit the moment he came close. Worse, she would cry. He could not handle crying kids. "Are you from Leaf City? From which family are you hailed from?" The girl simply blinked at him again. "Just Yin." "What?" "Don't act cute with me. I'm plain, ol' Yin."

the cringe inspiring, whiny speech was cut off on time by Joy, who seemed to be on fiyah today. [ ** A/N- To the slang knowledge deprived population of my dear readers, no worries I am here. Fiyah is a way of saying ‘fire’ ** ] “Undying love for each other ? Yeah, yeah, we know,” Joy rolled her eyes. “Get your butt rolling out of here, lady. You heard your Alpha and you seriously do not want to mess with me, even before you reach my sister and her HUSBAND WHO IS HER MATE,” Joy reinforced that piece of information in the thick head’s stupid brain.

"... Ibim, I needed to talk to her about School and assignments" "more like school gossip but how is she?" "Ibim, my Mom is greeting you oh" "Good evening Auntie". I said and she responded accordingly in her sing-song voice. "The chef is making amala, do you want some or you want tuwo?" "What's Tuwo?", she asked. "Rice nau, it's a northern dish." There was silence while Mofe made up her mind."I'll have the new one", she responded. "Thank you, Mommy".

Abigail asked in absolute wonder, her tiny fingers tracing the contours of the diamond 'M' pendant. Moza offered a gentle smile. "Yes, Little Miss." Abigail lifted her head, locking her innocent, profoundly meaningful gaze onto Moza. "That means Papa loves Auntie very, very much. So, why don't you just become my Mama?" Moza’s throat turned instantly bone-dry. Abigail’s innocent words had pierced directly into the exact vulnerability she desperately sought to avoid. "We cannot do that just yet, sweetheart," Moza replied awkwardly. "A Little Miss's Mama is a grown woman who must be married to Papa Dastan first."

Alpha and Beta were going through. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Modudeul miwohaneura aesseonne (Everyone’s trying so hard to hate me) * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

✓✓✓ Inside the Mo Mansion✓✓✓ Sitting on the couch in the living room were the Mo couple, who both had a worried look painted on their faces."Dear, why has she not come home yet? Or has she encountered another problem again? I don't want anything to happen to her again…" Mother Mo said, almost breaking down. Before her husband could reply, they could hear familiar footsteps approach them."Good morning, Dad. Good morning, Mom. I am sorry I couldn't come home last night. I was severely drunk and couldn't drive back so I..." That was when she realized that she just put herself in trouble."It's okay, princess. As long as you are fine, nothing else matters," Father Mo assured her. But the storm wa

It was from Malama Aisha… Me: Hello ma… MA: Dioxidane, yaya kake? (How are you?) Me: Lafia lau (Fine)… Yaya Aiki? (How’s work?) MA: Lafia kalau… Kana Ina? (Where are you?) Me: Ina gidan (I’m at home)… MA: Tor… Dan Allah abin da kake yi gobe (Please what would you be doing tomorrow)… Me: Walahi nothing important ma… Hope all is well…