Aaliyah Lioness Mga Nobela at Kwento

“A big one. Only if you can put all your hearts and effort into it. I could not seem to find anyone braver and stronger than you, so I really need your help in this one. Only if you are alright with that?” Aaliyah tilted her head and smiling down at him. Her smile was so bright, making Khalid blushed. “Anything, my queen. I’ll do anything. I am a strong knight.” Aaliyah nodded. “My Eve is a very curious little girl, Khalid. Unlike you, she does not know the danger of the world. She likes to explore and see what is unknown to her. I wish I could stay with her longer but I could not. A queen has her own duty.”

Aaliyah and Hailey sat next to their parents, while Arthur and Kinsley sat right opposite Aaliyah. The jealousy in Aaliyah's eyes could not be hidden. Her attention was focused on Kinsley. Under the crystal lights, Kinsley had an enchanting charm that she did not have. Although Aaliyah's ancestors were Asian in origin and she looked like an Asian girl, she with mixed—race wasn't as beautiful as an Asian girl like Kinsley.

I wonder if I will ever get used to being called mate or Luna. I slip out of my chair and extend a hand to her. “It’s nice to meet you, Zaina. My name is Aaliyah.” She takes my hand warmly. “It’s a pleasure to meet you too, Aaliyah. I hope we can be good friends like our men,” she adds, pointing at the men catching up. “Sure, that would be an honour. Let me have your phone I’ll add my number.” “Perfect,” she says, bringing it out of her clutch bag and handing it to me. I save my number and return it to her.

No more and no less. Aaliyah liked her life these days. She’d worked hard to assemble it. Now it was as if she might as well not have bothered. She laughed a little at that, though not because it was funny. She was sitting in the back of an armored SUV, halfway up the side of a mountain in the remotest region of the kingdom of Sohar, known for winning wars against the Bedouins in antiquity and for otherwise being a largely isolated wet and gray archipelago located off the Gulf.

Two girls leaned toward her. “Oh my God, I love your hair color. Is it natural?” one asked eagerly. “Oh no, it’s dyed,” Angelique replied with a polite smile. “I need to meet your hairdresser,” the second girl said. “Don’t listen to her,” the first laughed. “Her mother would kill her if she tried that! Anyway, nice to meet you. I’m Aaliyah Al Sabah from Kuwait — my father’s an oil and petrol magnate. And this,” she gestured beside her, “is Princess Catherine of Gloucester. We’re both A-Class upper.”

Sometimes I wanted those emotions. “Let’s remember to call me Lila, not Layla. Okay?” I ignored Theodore, and looked at Jamira. “Yes, you highness.” She nodded her head, letting me know she understood. “Did yall get everything?” I asked, looking at the carriage behind them. I walked up to Alsie. “Such a good girl you are! Always taking care of us.” I rubbed her mane. I did not know her age when I got her, but it has been 24 years. She has not aged like me. She looked tired, and in need of a good time like me too.

Aliyah was proud to call herself a neat freak, that was what she loved. ''Alright then, let's do this.'' she smiled. She made her way out of the room as soon as she was done, heading towards the living room to see both Patrick and Lucas ready. ''You look hot!'' Lucas whistled. Strapped in a black body con shirt over black cargo pants, Aliyah did look pretty. Her jet black hair was tied in a high ponytail, giving her face the attractive feel it always had. She had no makeup on because she didn't see the need. She was going to the wharf to fight and not to flirt or dance.

Like the pointed knife, her words pierced her soul and all he could think of at that moment was to make it up to her. "I understand Imade.....Since you don't want me calling you Imade, what should I call you then." Aliyah turned and looked at him in the eye; "My name is Aliyah Fiala and I am not going to be made into some sort of Omeg." She turned around and zipped down a little of her bare back. "This right here, is a testament of what my life has done to me. While I have left all these things in the past, I don't want them reoccurring in the present again." Raphael was speechless, hearing her mini tales. While some part of him was pissed that father had pulled a stunt on him, the other par

Different is what I need right now. Leaving the bathroom with a solemn promise to myself, I hop on a different train and pray that whatever the future has for me will be good. After sitting, an older woman is scolding her daughter, whom she calls "Ashanti." Ashanti. I love it. Ashanti Dunbar. Perfect.

A woman asked me. “My mother and I were fleeing from our old pack. Alpha Calvin, I’m not sure if you’ve heard of him or not. The Blood River Pack. Calvin had several different mates that I knew of and all of them just disappeared. No one knows what happened to them but I can probably guess because of how abusive he was. I am sure that he killed them all. And just after I turned 17, he told me that he was going to make me his next Luna when I turned 18. And my mother and I weren’t going to let that happen. So we fled.