Aaliyah Love Novels & Stories

Alliah was in much more danger than I thought. I enjoy working for you, future Queen. You seem more reliable than that stupid sister of mine. I don't care for the throne, but she can't even act as a proper princess. She runs around and swings a sword like man. I don't wish to live under a sister that has the desires of treating herself like a man. Alliah is so stupid to think that father cares for her. He only sees her as a political end piece. Once he has a male heir, he will toss her aside just like he did me. I want her dead, to feel the pain I feel when him and I are behind closed doors. He doesn't care about daughters, he cares about sons. But if you can over throw him, you can change t

"I love you." "Joshua?" I mutter back, "I love you, too."

Aaliyah sighs, she didn't want to ruin what they had right now so she decided not to bring up what Tia had said. - End of Chapter 41: Love -

"Stop messing around, Alice! You love me. You've always loved me! How could you agree to marry someone else?" I let out a soft laugh. "But as you can see now, Ryan, I can, and I am marrying someone else. I've spent years chasing after you, but I'm tired now. I don't love you anymore. Besides, the person you love isn't me, is it? So please, have some respect and stop pestering me." A pained expression swept across Ryan's face. "No… I know you still love me. You loved me in our past life…" His voice trailed off as his demeanor shifted. He sighed and softened his tone, attempting a different approach.

Raine’s head snapped to the side. Blarke’s voice was venomous. “You slut!!” Everyone froze from his outburst. It hurt my heart watching him hit Raine. But a part of me wants Raine to wake up from her slumber. She was never loved and can't be loved. “Don’t you dare slander Aaliyah,” he roared. “I genuinely love her. Not you!! Never you!! And still won't be you!! She is not holding me back..I love her with all my heart. Haven't I told you two decades ago?”

I knew dying and cutting my hair wasn’t going to be enough. “Okay, it’s not her…” she mumbled. “Valeria loved her hair black. She would never dye it. Where’s that stupid robot?” Yep, she was thinking out loud now, pulling out her phone again. I watched her as she spoke to it. At first, I thought she was sending a voice message. Then I realized she was talking to a robot. Sometimes I truly didn’t know how I was related to Aaliyah—or how she ever thought she could become a doctor. This is the same person who asks AI for patient symptoms. Honestly, she wasn’t that bright. I mean, didn’t she know about look-alikes?