Yunus As Story Novels & Stories

Fisya just wants to keep her body from being tasted by random men, especially men like Regan Adzura. "I'm starting to tell you, okay?" Fisya's permission. "You take the most comfortable position first, so that he sleeps soundly" Adnan nodded and started looking for comfort. The child chose to sleep in Fisya's warm arms. Regan continued to watch the woman, making the man's mind wander. It seems that being in the position of Adnan lying in Fisya's arms is so comfortable – his mind wants the same thing as his son. After it was felt that Adnan had begun to feel comfortable, Fisya began to tell the story, "This story, Mother, has the title 'The Perfect Family'. This story begins—"

He was testing, He was testing my faith. What have I faced?. I've not faced the grain of what the companions of the prophet (SAW) faced and here I was, lamenting. Here I was crying. "And if you are in a problem there's no way out, remember prophet Yunus (As) who was stuck in the belly of a whale. Surely Allah showed him the way. Allah will also surely show you the way. It might be hard now sister in Deen but everything will later become history" I was crying heavily, I crawled to my mom's leg. I just needed a motherly comfort.

She paused, "... I don't know if I should tell you." In that moment, a memory popped up in Yuna's mind. She remembered seeing the same reaction in someone she met in her second lifetime. She met a woman that was married and had a son. Yuna wasn't a psychologist and she naturally wasn't too interested in it. That changed once she met this woman. The woman's name was Lee Yunji.

“Hey, I need more than that!” He spun around and caged me to the wall. “Just trust me, little one.” “No! I need to know, why don’t you tell me?” I was outraged. He constantly avoided the topic. Damon pressed against me and leaned closer to my ear. “He was under my command for a while We fought together in a few wars. Vadas isn’t all that prince charming. He is a monster. Stay away from him. End of talk.” And he strode away, leaving me only more questions. Fuck these males and their tempers.

" Mrs Grassroots paused, sipping the bottle of water in her left hand. I used that time to take in what she said, the story my uncle told me was different from hers. In his, Genesis was a scorned woman and in my professor's, Asiuta, her sister was the villain and the cause of the disaster because she was obsessed with Dordin—which simply means Dordin was innocent, he was a victim of circumstance.

It was Francine. I gave a nod but tried to maintain a stern face. Alex ran to me and asked, "So are we riding an airplane? " "Yes we are little boy." I said smirking at him and messing up his hair. The sound of horns from the taxi signaled that we were all about to have a major change in our lives. I am Attorney Providence Dalton. Provi to my my closest friends.. Atty. Pro to my colleagues… This is my story.

"Yuna, stop spreading lies about me. When have I ever gotten a boob job? Mine are natural!" "Oh, they're natural then." Seeing how Yuna so readily agreed with her, May felt her provocations didn't reach her at all. The sales assistants around them were looking over at her with weird expressions. She was bristling with fury. "You win, Yuna. But your victory is all talk. You think your story of being back from the dead would attract everyone's attention, but will you have a good life? Nobody will ever forget that you're the woman abandoned by Mr. Jenkins. You'll forever be seen as a laughingstock. You thought—"

Yaslyn's heart cursed him silently, maintaining a neutral facade. "Help for what?" she asked. "You know, I had a first love, Brad must've told you?" "She's dead, isn't she?" "Yes, she should've been long dead. Let me tell you a story." "I'm not interested. If you want to kill me, just say it." "Listen to the end. Perhaps, you might find your end more pleasurable." 'Pleasurable? What a madman!' "She was a wonderful girl. Full of confidence, brightness, and warmth. Like you, but less cunning. Unfortunately, she contracted scurvy. Her blood type was rare, and we couldn't find a suitable donor, leaving her dangling between life and death."

Gibran had even introduced Vanya to Yuna, his adoptive mother. Initially, their meetings went smoothly and well. But after Gibran told Yuna who Vanya really was, she immediately asked her foster son to leave Vanya. Yuna wanted nothing to do with Frans and Veronica.

" Bunmi interrupted. Iyunade's eyes widened before she schooled her features once more but Bunmi caught the reaction. "Ho—how is that even possible? We are from different social classes. He is infact one of the youngest millionaires in Nigeria and I am just a poor girl trying to provide for her family," Iyunade said in response. Bunmi chuckled at her response. "I didn't ask you how rich he is." "But—"