Aisha Clan-clan Novels & Stories

Aisha shrugged and served her son, part of her was happy that Mason was now speaking to her and even though she had no idea what Khalid and Mason talked about she felt like he was going to mention something about her attitude to Khalid. She has to act fast and make sure that he never finds Ava or he wouldn’t want to keep building a bond with her. Smiling devilishly to herself, Aisha served Khalid his meal and rubbed his head before going to sit beside him. “Soon, we’ll have everything we deserve.” She assured him with a smile.

A vicious look, full of anger, flashed on Chloe’s face. “Victor’s kingdom, Arthur. It is Rivera,” she spoke through gritted teeth. “They flow in an order, Arthur,” Chloe snapped. And she raised her hand and spoke as she formed a pyramid in the air with her finger, “On top lies the clan of Keats, where the magic streams. And after them is the clan of Collins, where strength comes. Their neighbor is clan Yash, men of who are honest and just. Then comes clan Martin, clan Jones and clan Brown – they are filled with brave soldiers, whom you could never bring down. Then comes the clan Keplins, clan Rivera, and clan Lapiz – they are the meanest, the shrewdest, and the worst. Challenge them and you

“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,

For the first time in a long time, I felt like I was part of a big happy family again. “Preetah, we heard females in the USA all work and forsake their duties as wives, please don't become like them.” Aisha, my youngest cousin said. She was the most talkative of her siblings, taking after aunt. She was also the most beautiful. She was short and chubby, with long curly hair that fell past her bum. She had a sharp nose and wore a nose ring.

Rubbing the back of neck, a yawn escapes my lips, high pitch laughter and loud footstep approaches, walking from a distance Aisha and two other girls comes closer, for weeks there have decided to torment me. When she spots me a mischievous smile forms her dark witch like lips. Three pairs of eyes glare at my direction, mouth narrowing into a hard line. Aisha whisper into ones ears and a taunting laughter sounds out, all three of them begins to laugh mockingly, swaying there hips in confidence towards me. "Ashawo" one whisper out at earshot. My hands are folded in tight fist. Snorting out, I try desperately to control myself knowing fully well I was outnumbered if a fight were to erupt.

Mama Barakah popularly known as Iya owala (With her tribal marks as she hails from Oyo state), an elderly woman of about 56 years of age speaks in a low voice. "Assalam 'Alaikum to everyone here. Wallahi, this is the saddest news I've heard and witnessed so far. It is indeed so painful and so unfortunate that this happened to our Aisha. Everyone here knows Aisha and everyday, I pray for her kind of Iman (faith) and Barakah (blessing)."

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.

Though Aisha felt irritated, she knew this was her starting process to her freedom and she was going to do whatever to make sure she escapes. Daisy wasn't herself anymore, she was depressed and sad and determined to find her best friend, she was willing to do absolutely anything to make sure of that, the whole world around her tries to make it a normal day for her but she felt their choking presence and didn't want it, she didn't like the look of pity and sadness people welcomed her with and she wasn't willing to accept that Aisha was gone.

The wolves who had already chosen sides. The ones who saw my defiance as hope. And those who saw it as a threat. Clay stepped closer to Aisha. “I want you to find another maid,” he said. “One loyal. One discreet.” Aisha nodded slowly. “You will remain here,” he continued, “with her.” The implication settled heavily. “Remain?” Aisha asked. “Until she wakes.” The healer shifted nervously. “Alpha, the fever—” Clay silenced him with a glance.

“We’ll need to secure the roads and prepare for their next wave. I’ll make contact with the other clans. We need to strike before they have time to regroup.” Without waiting for a response, Asha turned and made her way to the edge of the village. She needed to reach the glacier—there, she could rally the scattered Frostkin clans that still roamed the icy wastes. They were the true remnants of her people, the ones who had never bowed to the crown. They had long lived on the fringes of society, outcasts from a kingdom that had betrayed them. She had to unite them, or the resistance would fall apart before it could ever truly begin.