Aisha Clan-clan Novels & Stories

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

"I should've called you troll instead." "You're so mean," the jet-haired teen pouted like a sad puppy. Making Scarlett chuckle. "You're such a kid." _______________________________________________ Not far from Pastonville High, in the dense forest; a 13-year-old girl with fairly pale skin, long brown hair, and coal black eyes sprinted around the forest. Her name was Aisha. She was looking for someone. Someone who has disappeared since yesterday. "Jamie!" She cried out. But what she picked up was a strange but familiar scent. And that very scent shook her to her core. To one person she feared in particular.

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.

“This ends now.” “Yes,” I said quietly. “It does.” He pointed toward Aisha without looking at her. “Return to your quarters.” Aisha hesitated, eyes flicking to me. “It is alright,” I told her gently. “Go.” She left quickly, head bowed. Clay turned back to me. “You will not touch her again.” “Then she will not touch what is mine.” “This is my home.” “It was ours.” The correction hung heavy. He exhaled sharply. “If you cannot coexist peacefully—”

“The clans are proud, and they’ve been wary of one another for generations. You’ll have to earn their trust.” “I know,” Asha said quietly. “But I also know this: they’re all waiting for someone to take charge. The Frostkin have been broken, scattered, for far too long. It’s time to rebuild.” --- The journey to the other clans was a long one. The path was treacherous, winding through high mountain passes and across frozen plains. Asha led the way, her resolve growing stronger with every step, the weight of her ancestors’ legacy guiding her.

Grisha pondered, "What could be so valuable that the Gaia Clan is willing to mobilize so many hunters to catch just one person?" "What's happening?" She murmured under her own breath, "What the hell is going on?" The Gaia Clan was known for their brutal tactics, boastful ego, and streamlined vision. Grisha couldn't understand why they were here all of a sudden. She watched as they surrounded the lone person, who was putting up a valiant fight, despite being outnumbered.

everyone laughs at Farha's remark. "Aisha dear, are you done?" Umma asks from the other side of the door and Qifdiyya drapes the black and white veil with laffaya - a traditional Kanuri cloth that is tied like a Saari - designs. Hussaina drags Lash's stilettos and place them in front of Lash. She steps into them and Umma opens the door. "My daughter is beautiful. That boy is sure lucky to have you." Umma says blowing some Du'as over Lash's head.

"What?!!!" "Yes Aryan, she's neither a maid nor a gold digger. Aisha is a very nice girl, caring and lovely and sweet. She's a sweet angel in disguise of a human form. She cared a lot for everyone, she loved you a lot and you love her a lot too. She was the most caring lady that I've ever met in my entire life and you know, you can do anything just for her. You can fight the entire world for her also, you can't bear it if anyone tried to harm her."