Zaki Hausa Novel 1 Novels & Stories

ABUJA, NIGERIA. Bushra finished her packing last minute, all the while boiling in jealousy because Mika'il just greeted her good morning with kisses and then left again to God knows where but she dead hopes he isn't going to that woman, she'd lose it if he does that. She can take everything coming from Zara but not from him, she can't stomach anything. She couldn't even get good sleep the night before just knowing he is with his new wife.

The two were from the noble families of the kingdom of Borney, therefore in contention to mate the princess. Their families led the search for the missing princess. They instigated the love wars of the islands, and with suspicion they watched their backs to see who could betray the other between themselves. The other nobles had given up on her. Apparently, they accused her of letting down the traditions of the land when she needed to uphold them. They felt insulted for falling for the mysterious stranger instead of them. Princess Zuba was now in the strong arms of a werewolf stranger. “Hold on; come here”, said Jason, holding her tight. He bit her side neck with his fangs and hugged her a co

"Don't waste your time James. I am not here to die. I only followed you here because you are unfamiliar with Igboland. I didn't come here to put my life at risk. As you can see, I have a beautiful wife and and three young children who are still growing up. I already lost a wife, it will be bad if my children find out that their father died trying to destroy the gods that their ancestors worshipped. It will be too bad James. Count me out of your plans. Stick with Umuise. They don't have a chief priest who would challenge you. They are simple faithful worshippers of their gods. Every man and his own shrine." James grabbed the book he was reading and flipped the pages quickly. Then he turned to

Zia slowly opened her eyes, she was lying on the ground she stood up and there is fog completely covering the area. She was barefoot, the air is making her nauseous. She covered her nose with her hands and with small steps started moving forward. She heard someone talking, but couldn't understand a word. It was too dark to see anything...as time passed, her eyes slowly adjusted to the dark. The ground felt greasy The air touching her skin made her tremble.

The journey ahead would be tre ocherous, requiring every ounce of my courage and resilience. I pondered the next steps as I made my way to the president's office. My heart still harboured doubts, but the evidence was compelling. I couldn't afford to ignore the possibility of Zea's involvement in a plot that threatened the very fabric of our nation. In the face of uncertainty, one thing remained clear—my commitment to seeking the truth and protecting the mission my parents had sacrificed their lives for. The storm of the past had shaped me, instilling in me a steadfast determination to unearth the shadows that threatened our cause.

Sasha's pov The sun's rays were shining through my bedroom window when I opened my eyes. Cursing colorfully for oversleeping I jumped quickly from my bed and threw on some jeans and a t-shirt. Putting my hair up quickly in my rush, I didn't bother with shoes. I wanted to make sure Zaika was fed before he left and give him a tight hug. Rushing into the kitchen Hazel eyed me and shook her head. "Zaika is already gone, the king and his men left very early this morning," she informed me. I tilted my head at her in disbelief, feeling my heart drop.

"My hostel gate is closed Zoya. Will you mind if I stay with you for a night?" "No problem". " Not a problem at all" Zoya and Zaki said at the same time. Rabia smiled looking at Zaki whilst Zoya was still thinking about Sahir. Fine don't tell me anything Zaki but I'll find out soon. Zoya thought. Zaki instantly drives off ahead at the mansion. __ Hussain's Villa

Zara It was the weekend and Aminu and I decided to spend it together in his house. Especially since I would soon be living with him as his wife, it would be good to get to know the house and get acquainted with it. I was currently in the kitchen whipping up an Igbo delicacy for him. I was making Ugba (shredded oil bean) with goat meat and Palm wine for him. I had gotten the palm wine from a vendor here in Lagos who had so many good reviews. This was the very first time I was cooking for him so I wanted it to be sumptuous.

I wonder why it's been sealed off in the dark corner of an even longer and darker corridor. I pull one of the books off the shelves and look at the title. It is a very old book, with writing barely legible. I must test my skills in reading Hausa. "The Origins" is what the title says. I open the first page and begin to read. It happened long ago that Q'waeti journeyed all over the land setting the people aright and instructing the people that would come in the future how they should act. Q'waeti instructed the people on how to build houses. One day Q'waeti

Zuleika POV As soon as we returned to the lounge, I opened the book and settled into a chair, ready to begin reading. Freckles sat beside me while Zade went to the kitchen to prepare refreshments. The pages were filled with tales about Mistborn power, accounts of challenges they had faced, discussions of advantages and disadvantages they posed to the supernatural world. But that's not my interest as I was looking for something that would be unique, a single word to sombe the whole of the problem. I know how dangerous my power and the advantage of it as well, so there was no need to waste time reading out