Aisha Bonds Novels & Stories

A far cry from a name more suited to a sweet little omega. Dahlia scowled at him, and he realized he must have hit a sore spot. She snatched the hammer from his hand but didn’t reply and he turned his attention to the rest. “You two, and I’m shit at names so don’t expect me to remember straight away, will hold the fence posts in place while Dahlia hammers in the nails. Bangs, you’re holding onto that post until I tell you to let go. You last two are going to sort the posts out into a nice line ready to be hammered and dig the post holes. We’ve got dinner in a few hours and you lot haven’t earned your hot meal yet.”

A small grin appeared on her face as she continued walking down the steps. “You’re here already?” Aisha said, sounding almost amused. Sarah blinked. “They let you go?” she asked, her voice carrying a mix of shock and relief. Aisha shrugged lightly as she reached the final step. “Yeah,” she replied. “They were just asking some questions about this Tiana and how to find her.” She tilted her head slightly, a playful glint in her eyes. “I guess they now understand they can’t do without me.” Sarah stared at her for a second before a small laugh escaped her lips.

Williams said quietly, his words heavy with power, “I need the truth. Did you?” The room went silent. Edward’s throat bobbed as he swallowed. At last, he muttered, “Yes. I did. To spite her. To make her hurt, just as you all told me to.” Williams leaned back, his lips curling faintly. He nodded once, slow and deliberate. “Good. That bond won’t stand.” Edward’s eyes lit up with sudden hope. “So… you mean… there’s a chance for me?” “I’m saying it will never work between them,” Williams growled, his voice low with wrath. “And I will make sure of it. I swear on my name. I will report this to the tribunal at once. That bond will not last.”

she said softly. Jaroch looked down. Feeling unconvinced, he asked in an unusually dull tone, "That room can only be accessed with my biometrics. What if that body really is her?" Lezah comforted him, "It's not. Bityah is clever. She must've found a way out. She's going to be fine." Jaroch's expression remained gloomy. He stood up and began walking toward the corpse. "Whether it is or isn't, I'll know once I check."

She was being awfully too nice for even someone who acted in the control of a pending debt. "It's not the best but at least, that side of town is much bigger and not all in ruins." She continued explaining, caring to share stories of the past with me. Helping me with some training for the basics like; conversations, modes of greeting and a lot more. It took awhile but all through it, I observed silently and studied her. The girl was my kind of person and if on different grounds, we surely might be friends but right now, I just felt like she had a present motive Aisha had pulled out a black abaya from the pile of clothes. The height of the dress was pretty long, that even when she had pushed

Isaiah demands, looking at me for an explanation that is caught in my throat. I was hoping I would never have to tell him. It's selfish of me, but I wanted to disappear from his life and never break the news of my betrayal. And yet here he is, right in front of me. There is no escaping this now, no more lying or pretending to be someone I'm not. I'm Avia, someone he hardly knows. "Isaiah, Elise and Zire joined us over a year ago. They are here to help us take down Kit, and his political web, to start this Pack afresh," Kae explains.

a soft voice floated through and in walked the one-and-only Aisha Munawara, “What is going on?” “A lot, Aish, you’re going to love this,” her face twisted into a look of suspicion, at my outfit before her eyes widened. “You didn’t please tell me you didn’t get back with that-” “Come on Aish,” Kian dragged out his words, “Swear for me, just once common be a commoner like us,” Oh I must have forgotten to mention that Aisha Munawara wasn’t just your ordinary girl, other than being a PHD holder, she was technically the Princess of a small island off the coast of Qatar called Jazira. Just a little thing I thought I should clue you in on.

There are far more reasons than me just being a witch that they must do an experiment on. Could there be a bond between the triplets and me? Aiden halts my thinking with him clearing his throat: “You seem lost in your thoughts. You’ve zoned out.” Then, his grip on my hands causes me to frown even deeper. He says with a serious tone, “do not be fooled by anything. It’s all a trick. You think there’s a connection, yet they pushed you to the brink of wanting nothing but death? Have you thought of that?”

I sighed heavily, casting a weak smile at James and picked the call. "Hello, How can I help you?" I asked, licking my lips. "Good evening, it's Aisha. I don't want to file for the case against Danjuma anymore. I probably got it mixed up." Aisha said, her voice breaking in a fearful way. "What kind of excuse is that? You want to let that rape incident go like that. Tell me, did Danjuma threaten you?" I asked, gripping the phone tightly. "I just told you that I am no more interested in this case anymore. Goodnight." Aisha yelled, causing me to remove the phone from my ears slightly.

Was that the reason why I was backing out? I didn’t even understand what the fuck was going on with me. I turned slightly toward Aisha, who was staring at him with open admiration. “This is my friend, Aisha. She works with us,” I said, gesturing between them. Might as well go on with the best of my ability. “Aisha, this is Calder Vaughn.” Aisha rose to her feet, a bright, slightly nervous smile lighting up her face. “Hi. It’s really nice to meet you. I’ve… heard a lot about you.”