The world had gone to hell long ago, taken over by the vampire race. In order to keep some sort of peace in our land, the Vampire Lords made a consecutive agreement. The rich and powerful humans could survive just as they had been, untouched by the vampires save for the occasional blood collection, or so they thought In reality, we were all under their control. Castles spread out throughout our land, one landing in each city. Each castle varied in the number of vampires residing there, but all of them carried a Lord. The Lords were the ones in charge in every city, whether we liked it or not. The vampires often roam through the city, making sure that everyone was in order and no one stepped out of line. If you stepped out of line, you died, end of story. Even if the rich were still under their control, their lives were still better than the poor. The poorest lives held a much worse fate. The men were to be put to work as slaves, whether that meant serving a specific vampire, or just building their castles, they were slaves. The women were to be pets. Pets were the lowest rank you could have. They were forced into cages that were too small to stand in with collars around their necks. They spent their lives in pet shops, just waiting for the dreadful day that they'll be bought. They were treated like animals, trained into what their master wanted, and punished if they misbehaved. Those who were lucky enough to live through that, we're to be slaughtered for their blood at age twenty-five in an act to make sure that our population would stay steady. I was born into this world. Born into this world full of blood-sucking monsters. Except, I was one of the lucky ones. Was. It all ended for me when I was 12, when I was taken away from the last bit of hope and family that I had left. Ever since then, I've lived in a cage, just rotting away, waiting, dreading for the day that some monster would make me his. This is my life. I am a pet. ~~~ Cover by: @mshacake

Mutum ne shi Mai girman Kai, Amman zuciyarsa cike take da boyayyen ciwo. Ita kuma mace ce Mai hakuri da Sanin ya kamata, Amma itama nata zuciyar dauke take da raunuka da suka bar mata tabbai. A zuciyar kawarta kuwa, wani buri ne boye da zai iya lalata komai. A lokuta da dama idan girman Kai ya hadu da hakuri, zukata kan iya karyewa, sirrika zasu tonu, soyayya Kuma zata fuskanci jarabawar da bazata taba mantawa da ita ba. Ku biyo ni cikin duniyar Fuad Smith, inda ko wace zuciya ke dauke da wani sirri. Written in Hausa.

All right reserved 2019 "will you just get out of my sight.." he roared making me to shiver "your not my type ,kalleki, munmuna, look at your fat face, nibantaba son mace munmunba, kokuma katuwa kaman cincin, I just want a model one not like you." "and listen don't think ni farooq zanyi tunanin soyayya dake, auren dole akamini akasani dole na aureki so bear the consequence ." he said making me to hate my self more my name is nimlah sahib.. . I am the definition of ugly, fat, always on a wheelchair bulied girl who roam away thinking life has done injustice to me. my friends and relative, I became a laughing stock at them. even the man who I think will accept me the way I am he failed to. I was rejected over and over because of my identity. I am a burden to everyone. copyright @2018 meet nimlah sahib on her journey of life.

A Nigerian based hausa story, let's follow Ameetah on a journey of finding and redeeming one's self.

Kaddara ce ta hada Falaq da Suleiman. A dalilin haduwar tasu, wata tsohuwar alaka ce data kusa bacewa gaba daya zata Kara farfadowa, wacce zata kawo sauye sauye da basuyi tsammani ba a rayuwarsu.... Ku biyo ni cikin wannan labari domin jin yanda zata kasance. Written in Hausa.