Novelas y relatos de Aisha Muhammad

The woman was typing something on her computer, and Ava took the opportunity to study her. Because she looked a little older than most supernaturals, Ava couldn’t tell what she was or if she was supernatural at all. She didn’t have the pale skin the vampires did, so she ruled that out. She dressed elegantly, and her greying hair was in a professional bun on top of her head. The name badge on the desk said, ‘Mrs. Benton, Student Welfare Coordinator.’ Ava stood nervously in front of the desk, unsure if she was to just sit or be polite and wait for an invitation. With nothing in her hands now, she could only wring them together while waiting for Mrs. Benton’s attention.

I turned back dialing a number. Suddenly someone walked closer to me, she fell on her knees. “Please don't kill us,” she pleaded, but before I could respond she zapped me with a teaser and I fell down…everything slowly went blank.

That he couldn't bring himself to commit to anyone else because something inside him was still searching for answers? *** Asher stepped into the back garden of the Alpha mansion; the scent of roses and freshly cut grass filled the air. The sun was beginning its descent, casting long shadows over the meticulously maintained grounds. His grandfather had built it for his mate. He spotted his mother, Luna Camilla, sitting elegantly on a wrought iron bench. Besides her was Alpha Cassius. Next to him, Thelia sat quietly, her hands folded in her lap, the very picture of demure obedience. Her long, dark hair was perfectly styled, and her dress was simple but elegant, designed to highlight her beauty

“You shouldn’t be treated that way.” Aisha glanced at her briefly before forcing a small smile. “I’m okay, Ms. Williams,” she said gently. She shifted slightly in her seat. “Thanks for being kind to me.” Sarah let out a soft breath. “Kind?” she repeated. “After everything you’ve done for us, kindness is the least you deserve.” Aisha chuckled lightly. “You saved Daniel’s life back in Nigeria,” Sarah continued. “You saved me from those thugs.” She paused for a moment. “And now Melissa.”

She got him. Anaya, one of the shareholders, smiled politely. “Ms. Manchester, we're pleased to have you join us.” Aisha lifted a brow. “Join you?” Anaya glanced around the room, suddenly unsure. “And you are?” “Anaya Hills.” Aisha folded her hands on the table. “Let me make one thing clear. I am not here to join you.” Her gaze swept across the room. “I am here to lead.” The room fell silent. “And who are you to think you can lead us?” Charles scoffed. “You're just Mr. Leicester's girlfriend.”

"Hey, shy one. Show us what you're hiding under that dress. I bet your cunt's tighter than hers." My face scotched hot as Fatima turned to look at me, chuckling. "Ignore them. Unless.....you wanna join?" I should run out of this filthy room but i didn't. My legs carried me closer, till I felt my ass come in contact with her soft mattress. She grinned wickedly, facing the screen. "Gentlemen, meet my sweet cousin, Aisha. You can see how innocent she is, right?? But if you look deeper, you can see a little slut in there."