Aisha Bunny Novels & Stories

Ya Ji Ya, my name is Shaurya or Bunny or whatever you want to call me," I said, and she was only doing one thing. I was uncomfortable because I was constantly looking at my face, and my heart was also beating abnormally fast. She turned around to show me a rabbit with no eyes or nose. She looked at me as she displayed a rabbit toy. After a brief moment of reflection, it dawned on me. I told her my name was 'Bunny,' so she showed me her toy rabbit- a Bunny. I smiled at her, and she returned my smile. "Bunny," Mama said, and I turned around to see her. She was accompanying Dadda and Uncle Nivaan. "Bunny! Meet this adorable little girl. "Her name is Jiya, and she is Nivaan's daughter," Mama sai

I also knew that she didn't make idle remarks, especially regarding people's lives. “Who’s the crazy old bat?” Aisha asked Colin, as if it were his fault. Aisha had the strongest personality among the four of us. She’s also the most eye-catching--at six-foot-one, with smooth chocolate skin and doll-like features, her dyed pink hair artfully braided down her back with dark-red flowers the same shade as her skin-tight dress, she embodied the title ‘top model’. No one would mistake her for anything less. Bea stepped forward protectively, "What do you mean by that?" she demanded. "Are you saying Alisa is in danger?"

Mr McClean asked. "I am fine. I am the girl who lost her parents in that tragic explosion. You paid the bills for all the affected victims. I was the girl crying in the corridor when I was discharged. You asked me what I wanted, and I said, I wanted to go to school," Isabella narrated. "Ah! The girl with the bunny hoody," Mr McClean said smiling, "You are big now. I remember you. How are you and how is everything?" he asked with a smile.

She should be around the age of twenty-two also. "Aisha is my name. But everyone calls me Sha". Said a girl I think should be a teenager. She is the most beautiful of them all. She should be around eighteen or nineteen years old. She has dimple cheeks. She has tan skin. Black long hair that is tied at the back. She is also taller than I am. She is curvy and I love her pink lips. "Mine is Gabriella". Said the oldest of them all. A woman in her late twenties. Probably around twenty-eight or twenty-nine. She is dark-skinned. I think she is of mixed blood of black and white. She is also beautiful and she has dark brown tight and curly hair.

“I would love to join you, Miss Reyna. I must finish my morning prayer of thanks before I can do anything else this day. Maybe take my sister to the market instead and help her find some beautiful outfits to wear for her knight?” “Ohh my, yes very well come on Aisha lets go!” Reyna said in glee. “SIS WHY ME!” Aisha blushed. “You know why, and He said that Kent might wake up soon so it is best that you both have some quality time together.” Yuuno smiled. Aisha saw in her sister’s smile something that concerned her but knowing Yuuno will never reveal the truth even to her sister. All she could do was honor her sister’s requests despite not being bonded by blood only by their trust and love for

I see it in their clothes, their jewellery and even in the air about them. "Girls, this is Kenna, who I told you all about,” Isaiah introduces smoothly, motioning to me. The girl sitting closest to me stands in one sweeping motion, her chair pushed back. "I'm Cherry, this is Savea and Mari." The girl standing, Cherry, smiles at me widely, honey-coloured eyes warm and welcoming. She reaches forward, the hands covered in white lace gloves, grabbing my own to lead me to sit down beside her at the table. Morning tea is set up in front of me, small pastries on prettily painted plates are laid out in the sun, looking delightfully inviting.

Dean— “I will make my way to the bakery. Please do not betray us as I do have men that are inside these gates.” Amira – “How do I know that you will not betray me? Neither of us knows the other, yet we must trust one another for this to work.” My Ashina grew up to build an army. I wonder what happened to my sister and her mate. I wonder how big the army is that she amassed. I can’t leave my mate, the king has him hidden somewhere, and if I escape, he will kill my mate. “I will send dolly to you now. By the way, her real name is Dahlia. My daughter when she was just a toddler nicknamed her Dolly. She will be on her way in about five-minutes.”

"Scarlett." ******

She walked in with her mother I assumed. She looked young and shy. Her skin was fair and her lips were pink. Her long blond and brown hair was pulled into a loose bun. Her eyelids fluttered as she only made contact with the ground. Preventing me from seeing the color of her eyes. She wore a simple colored dress and soft pink flats. She was thin and tall with a full set of breasts. She walked in with the wind and caught my attention.

It made my hair itchy and Ummah decided for Nanny Aisha to take me to the Salon. " Fauziyyah" Nanny Aisha called as she came to where I sat. " We're done okay, we'll head home now" She said as she helped me take off the cover cloth that was put round my neck to avoid dirt on my dress. " Yayy!!, I'm going to play with Farouky" I squealed as I got down the chair with Nanny Aisha holding my hand tightly.