Yowai Mo Meaning Novels & Stories

Different wahala in different povs 💦💦💦💦💦 I am so loving this 😍😍😍😍 I love y'all 😍

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

66- Be Careful of Thunder “Honestly? It’s a small place, and you are all quite weak.” Ye Mo was already quite thirsty after explaining all that knowledge regarding the Ancient Xia Continent’s cultivation system to Little Yin. Yin’s honest response made him unable to react. “You… you…” “What? I’m just saying what I honestly think.” Looking at her serious expression, Ye Mo wanted to squeeze her face once more. “You’re an awful ungrateful brat!”

"I asked a question, why are you answering me with another one?" I was the one in the front and I turned back when I asked him that, arms akimbo. "Pele, Mabinu Aburo." I glared at him and he chuckled. "What exactly do you want Moji, you don't want cute, you want baby and now you dint want Aburo. What do you now want oo?" "My name." I replied, pressing all the fingers on my right hand together for emphasis. "Just call me my name. MOJI! it's that simple."

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) * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

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…

Jymia and I look at each other waiting for one of us to answer. “Mo nduro” She tells us, tapping her right feet and being impatient. English translation: “I’m waiting” I heave a sigh. I decide to answer my sister, even though I had a bad feeling about her reaction. I speak Yoruba to Shani, since she doesn’t know English all that well. “Emi ati Jymia wa ninu yara rẹ lati sọ fun ọ pe Mo mu ọkunrin kan wa ni ile mi.” I tell her.