Aisha Bunny Novels & Stories

Alyne smiled happily, without putting her handbag back, she walked out and waited for Aslan in front of his apartment. *** Alyne smiled while looking at Aslan's face. He was grumbling because the supermarket queue is very, very long. Unknowingly someone took their picture secretly, and chuckling softly. "You die!"

CHAPTER ONE What a day! Chava Maurice, a young and beautiful young lady, slim and average in height who worked as a fashion consultant in one of the fashion homes in Losantiville dropped on her bed, with each pair of her burgundy shoes here and there. She had had a hectic day and all she dreamt of was a good bath, a good meal, and a good sleep. It was already past 7 P.M. and thankfully the next day was Saturday. She had drifted to sleep a little bit before her phone rang. After blindly rummaging through her handbag for a while without finding anything, she sat up and carried out a proper search but by the time she found the phone, the call had ended. She stared at the foreign number that had

Cinderella again Seeing the anger in Aiesha's eyes, the little bunn quickly shook her head. " Me? " She chuckled nervously. " I'm actually a big Idiot mummy. I'm still in high school but my school isn't high. I fail every time. " High school? Everyone looked at her big tummy and was surprised. She was so young. Cinderella continued. " You see, I'd repeat my final exams tomorrow in school. Trust me I'd still fail. "

“She’s not part of any clan. Her family not only kicked her out, they also deregistered her. She’s been living without a clan since she was fourteen. She volunteers at an animal shelter and has a cat. She’s not like her kind. Her abilities are practically non-existent. She gets drunk very easily on human alcohol. She’s got a soft spot for animals, and she’s trying to put herself through school to become a vet. She’s very beautiful: red hair, green eyes. She’s also got a sweet smile…” Aisha’s grin grows broader with each sentence, and when I finish, she murmurs, “You’re well on your way to falling in love with her, Robert.” I want to deny it, but my wolf rumbles in approval at her assessment,

- Lemi sits on the armchair. "Baba called me." I explain to them. "The wedding story?" - Aisha speaks and laughs - "I'm scared of when he wants to marry me." "And who is the perfect bride that Daddy found for our dear Sheik?" - Lemi mocks me. "Bern." "Gee, brother" - he falls into laughter - "Bern?" "Aslan, I feel sorry for you" - Aisha sits on the bed, while I look out the window - "Papa gave him such a punishment. Poor brother."

"Who or what is Bunny?" Lillian smiled. "You are being way too harsh," she told Clara. "Bunny is the sweetest --" "Sweet? She makes my teeth rot just thinking about her! Pink? No one wears pink bondage equipment!" Shamira snickered. "A pink-loving submissive?" Clara threw her hands up in exasperation. "That's not the half of it! No one is that cheerful!" Then Clara stopped and looked a bit ashamed of herself. "I always wondered if she was just compensating for --"

My chest was tight, so it was hard to breathe. Maybe because this Choco Banana Shop had a striking logo, mascot, color, and lighting design, so anyone would be interested in visiting it. Likewise, what happened to Aisha, I thought. She also looked at the Choco Banana, where I was standing. Our stares finally met. I could see Aisha stopped laughing and then took a step back, two steps. Then, Aisha seemed to be talking with Ahmed. The one she spoke with nodded, then got into the silver family car. Meanwhile, Aisha walked towards me to the Choco Banana. I took a deep breath to face her.

Vera stood at Asher’s side, her fingers brushing against the pleats of her designer skirt, trying not to shrink into herself. “You’re staring,” Asher murmured, leaning down so only she could hear him. “I’m observing,” she whispered back, lips barely moving. “And I’m pretty sure half these women have names like Bunny or Tinsley.” Asher grinned. “Bunny does exist. Married a shipping mogul. Don’t worry, she’s not much of a golfer.” Vera rolled her eyes, but the laugh slipped out before she could stop it. Asher placed a comforting hand at the small of her back, his touch steady. Warm. Grounding. “You okay?”

But these days, he found his attention drifting towards another fellow—Aisha, a renewable power engineer from Morocco. Aisha became recognised for her dedication and intelligence, her historical past in developing easy strength solutions for rural regions drawing admiration from all who labored together with her. Rafiq had long admired her determination, but over the past weeks, something had shifted. Their discussions about sustainable practices, the demanding situations they faced, and their shared hopes for a brighter future had slowly deepened, revealing a connection that went beyond professional recognition.

We hugged for a long time as Aisha welcomed me. " Oh my God, I'm sorry I'm late." A girl rushes in as she sits close to Aisha across from me and Sinclair. She looks like Aisha and the same girl I met at the ball who called me a slut because I was talking to Cage. Sasha I think. Aisha's daughter. Her braids are wrapped in a bun and she looks like she just got a tan. " Hey Mom. Hi, Sin." She greets. Sin? Not dad? She looks at me as she scowls. Great, she won't be fun.