Novel & Cerita Zaki Hausa Novel 1

Zake's eyes widen when he saw a woman lying on the floor with blood on her clothes. --hidayawu--

That's all I knew with my age. As I entered the mansion, I saw Zara’s father engrossed in reading newspaper in the hall. "Good morning, sir." I greeted him near the couch. "Good morning boy," he said lifting his eyes from the newspaper. He studies my appearance with an arched brow. "Ready for school?" "Yes sir. " I replied softly. "Aslan... See… Zara is ready or not," ordered Hafsa madam from the dining table. She kept moving her hands placing plates on the table.

Arash's eyes immediately fell on a novel with a white rose cover that was not as large as most novels. With a slightly damaged cover and a plastic cover on the outside, Arash was even more convinced that the novel must be quite old, for a book. Without realising it, the man blurted out the novel's author's name rather loudly. "A novel by Mira.W ...." Arash said. Upon hearing this, Arash could see that the girl named Zaya immediately shifted her attention to the bag lying on the chair next to where she was sitting. She then turned her gaze to Arash, whose eyes were still fixed on the book without blinking.

the aged security man said "We're here to see Hajiya" "Oh you're welcome. You can go inside please" the man said to them and opened the door for them "Thank you" they both entered inside the shop and walked straight to the receptionist. The young lady at the desk was busy reading a novel titled "Zaheera" a novel written by Zainab Abdulkadir. She was so engrossed in the novel that she didn't see them until Khady finally spoke "Good morning" Khady greeted "Oh! I'm sorry" the lady said before greeting them " Good Morning to you. Welcome to Ashafa's shopping mall. How may I help you?" the lady said in a professional way

She was saying when suddenly she realized she shouldn't have said things she just did. Oops! "Yesss!" Azhan groaned in a thoughtful manner as he added while lying her on her stomach, hovering over her, exchanging their positions. "I forgot about that porn novels tell me more about them." Azhan said smirking as she at that time really wanted to cut her tongue off. "They weren't porn...that was romance okay... Zoha gifted me that novel." Anna said turning completely red in bewilderment. She tried to push him away but he didn't even flinch a little. She couldn't use her legs as there was soreness between her legs.

Yumi's POV - “What book is that?” Henry asks, staring at the back of the book Zainab is reading across from him on the island. “Oh, this?” Zainab grins, turning the book around, “It’s a romance novel, ‘Paper Hearts’”. Zana rolls her eyes with a lazy groan, “That’s the twelfth time she’s reading it”. Henry chuckles humorously, “Stench fanatic”. I look between the three, busy filling my mouth with buttered popcorn. Henry would occasionally give me smoldering glances that often shake my body whole and the way his eyes would drag along the stretch of my lips…I couldn’t help the unstable heartbeat.

Maybe Jimmy was tired and no longer interested in looking for it. Erika accidentally buys a new phone with a new number. To type the manuscript that she should send to the application of the novel's online Zaki. Or to communicate with Indri or Zack. And to say hello to her readers in the W******p group that she created. Encouragement from her readers makes Erika forget about her grief during this time.

said Zaweel, looking back slightly when he realized that Haziya was staring at him. "Can you open the door for a second, I'm going to the toilet," Haziya asked holding the doorknob which was locked automatically, ignoring Zaweel's rambling. He had no time for such unimportant things. His teenage years were over, especially now that he was alone. She didn't want her widow's low status in the eyes of the people to prove just because she couldn't take care of herself. "Really going to the toilet instead of running away, right? I don't want Miska to scold me--"

Her mother sighed, wondered how to start this story that left distaste in one's mouth. "Do you know B.B Bakura?" Their faces changed at the supposedly unrelated question the old lady asked. "Have you no eyes?" She asked harshly in Hausa making the recipients of her words flinch. They had eyes, they just had never put that kind of two and two together. "Can you not see that nose Labeebah is carrying around is a replica of that Kanuri boy B.B Bakura?" Labeebah's aunt blinked over and over like a doll, wondering how her sister ever even entangled herself with the current Vice President.