MIKIYA 1 COMPLETE HAUSA NOVEL By AMMEY LAYLERH

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<p><strong>Victoria Island</strong></p>
<p>The luxurious cars were lined up impeccably, occupying the parking lot of a grand mansion that seemed like something straight out of Europe. The mansion, an architectural marvel, was built almost entirely of glass.</p>
<p>In no time, a squad of burly guards emerged from their imposing vehicles, dressed in black uniforms and armed with heavy weaponry. Their swift and purposeful strides led them into the heart of the majestic mansion. Entering the opulent living room, which could easily be mistaken for a gallery, the intricate decorations left one in awe. The room was adorned with pure white decor, sparkling light fixtures, and exquisite designer pieces. Large emoji-inspired art adorned the eastern and western walls, giving the space a unique charm.</p>
<p>The guards suddenly fell silent, bowing their heads in submission. Curious, I glanced towards their point of focus and caught sight of a young, imposing figure. His identity was a mystery, as his face was partially obscured by a stylish face mask and blue-black cap. The only features I could discern were the sleek, glistening hair that cascaded to the nape of his neck and the mesmerizing scent that seemed to surround him.</p>
<p>Dressed in an elegant coffee-and-white wool sweater from Paco Rabanne, layered under a matching top, he exuded sophistication. His feet were clad in ash-colored Dior sneakers, and his commanding presence suggested a height of about 1.9 meters—comparable to Indian actor Prabhas.</p>
<p>Despite the guards’ entry, he remained engrossed in his Apple laptop, typing with machine-like speed. Without even glancing at them, he uttered a single, clipped word:<br>“Sit.”</p>
<p>The guards complied, their expressions tense but disciplined. Minutes later, one of them spoke in a respectful tone:<br>“BOSS, it’s not yet critical. There’s still time to monitor them before the deadline.”</p>
<p>His response came in a deep, measured voice:<br>“They are all going to taste my wrath, Arielle.”</p>
<p>The anger in his voice was palpable. Folding his arms across his chest, he turned his piercing blue eyes on the guards. Though their faces betrayed fear, they maintained their composure. Finally, he ordered,<br>“I want him in front of me within 24 hours.”</p>
<p>“YES, SIR,” they chorused, saluting before leaving the room, save for one guard. When the remaining guard attempted to address him, he simply waved him off with a curt,<br>“NO.”</p>
<p>Calmly, he pulled a black thermos of tea closer and poured the steaming liquid into a bowl. The tea’s rich aroma filled the air as he sipped it with practiced ease.</p>
<p>At 1:40 a.m., he ascended the mansion’s grand staircase, the air filled with the scent of blooming flowers from the estate's surrounding garden. The tranquil night was disturbed only by the soft rustle of leaves and the faint whisper of the wind.</p>
<p>Moments later, he reappeared, dressed in a tailored blue-black suit, a gleaming Tom Ford wristwatch on his hand. With the air of a monarch, he strolled towards a sleek, custom-made vehicle and drove off into the night, unaccompanied, as was his habit.</p>
<p>Arriving at an upscale club, he parked and made his way inside, passing through tight security. The club was a scene of decadence—some danced passionately while others lounged in quiet corners.</p>
<p>As he approached a private room marked “NO 0023,” his phone vibrated with a message. Checking it briefly, he pocketed his Samsung Galaxy S2000 and entered the room.</p>
<p>Inside, a burly man hastily covered himself upon seeing the intruder. Without hesitation, the young man fired his gun, silencing the man’s protests instantly. Taking the man’s phones, he exited through a back door.</p>
<p>Descending the mansion’s staircase later, his figure remained shrouded in mystery. Wearing a hooded jacket and face mask, his confident strides and intoxicating scent made him seem larger than life. Despite the guards greeting him with reverent “Boss, good morning!” he ignored them entirely, engrossed in his laptop.</p>
<p>His enigmatic persona left even his closest associates speculating. Some wondered whether he was entirely human, as his fearlessness and precision in dangerous missions earned him the moniker <strong>“The Man Who Doesn’t Die.”</strong></p>
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<p><strong>Nigerian Army Headquarters, Lagos</strong></p>
<p>At the army headquarters, the tension was palpable. Senior officers filled the meeting room, their expressions grave. Mr. President, visibly frustrated, slammed the table, his fiery gaze sweeping across the room.</p>
<p>“What are you doing, letting this militant boy run wild? He’s mocking us, and it’s time we put an end to him!”</p>
<p>Turning to a soldier named Ajmaal, he asked, “Do you still stand by your claim of capturing Eagle?”</p>
<p>“Yes, sir,” Ajmaal replied confidently.</p>
<p>Another officer rose, questioning Eagle’s designation as a terrorist. “How can a man who trained us and eliminated countless enemies be labeled a traitor?”</p>
<p>Mr. President’s response was sharp. “If you had the chance, could you shoot him?”</p>
<p>“I could, sir, but only if I confirmed his guilt,” the soldier replied solemnly.</p>
<p>Ajmaal, visibly agitated, accused the soldier of collusion with Eagle. Despite the heated exchange, the meeting concluded with the president leaving in a rage, leaving the soldiers to grapple with their divided loyalties.</p>
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<p><strong>Isah Manu Empire</strong></p>
<p>The luxurious mansion stood as a symbol of immense wealth. Inside, an elderly man paced furiously, his frustration evident.<br>“Why is everyone afraid of him? Who is this Eagle?”</p>
<p>A group of soldiers addressed him, offering to capture Eagle. With a fiery gaze, the man roared,<br>“Bring me Eagle!”</p>
<p>His words sent shivers through the room, underscoring the power and mystery surrounding the infamous figure known as Eagle.</p>
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