Aisha Muhammad Novels & Stories

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?"

She didn't forget that she is also bad at searching for roads and ways towards places. "I... I am sorry but do you know a woman named Aisha Lilac?" This statement perks the prince's ears. "Yes... But she is no longer here..." Aisha is one outstanding noblewoman who was famous for her intelligence in managing businesses and household at the same time. During this period, women either marrying a man with status or die from underprivileged. Aisha is one of the most uncommon for women and thoroughly became a respected growing model for women nowadays. It's unfortunate that she met a tragic end because of a cheating husband. Despite having a great power that holds the royal down, she quietly dece

Baraka asked politely. Tina looked at Baraka skeptically. She could not believe that this woman gave up Odhan for money. "No thank you. I came here to ask for your help. Will you help me?" Tina asked Baraka. Baraka looked confused as to what kind of help does a queen of a plane need from a normal person like her. She maintained a polite smile on her face. "What kind of help can I do for you my Lady" Baraka asked politely. "I need you to heal someone," Tina said eying Baraka carefully.

I walked to the driver and smiled. “Caren Inc please” I slipped into the car and he drove off. Caren Inc was a large office building, it wasn’t so popular but I already felt a homy feeling around it. I stepped out of the car and walked into the building. I headed straight for the receptionist, a tall blonde woman with huge spectacles. Her tag said Mrs. Helen Mayer. “hey, I’m Camila Santiago and I applied for a job here” she glanced through some files and smiles.

she replies fanatically, clearly trying to get me to turn and leave her office. This is what I get for coming to an information centre for help. My invitation is a mistake, and I've come to clear I up here, with people who directly work for Alpha Asher. At least they say they are. If Asher can handle this woman, then he must be extremely patient. "Look," my eyes draw down to her name tag pinned to her neatly ironed teal shirt, "Miss Bell, but I never applied for invitation, which makes this invalid."

His mother gushed out, looking at the girl with a sparkle in her eyes, she couldn't close her mouth shut. "Come and sit next to me, dear." His mother added. The girl whose name is Nana Aisha has her head still bowed. Zayn watch vigilantly as she manage to settle on the space next to her mother -which her mother was occupying before standing up to sit next to her father- blindly.

Why this girl now? “Mam?” Grace called Athena again, “You don’t have to call me mam, Grace. I am no boss of yours. You can call me Athena” she moved closer to the stairs, “I don’t think the boss would appreciate that madam,” Grace politely responded. “No, Grace. I insist”, she replied. That was true. She was no boss of anyone. She was a mere slave, a slave to his desires, pleasure and sick obsession. She put her foot on the step but immediately remembered something. “Grace?” she called, turning around.

The twi were always at each others throats and it was a sight to see the ever calm Daniel, and the no nonsense Aisha clash every single time. They fought over every single damn thing. “Never, you know I love the show and besides, she's the best at her job.” I say with a smirk and in this moment, Daniel was shooting daggers at me with his eyes. Thankfully, they're just eye daggers and can do me no harm. Aisha was the owner of a top fashion brand in the country with all the designs being hers which was extremely unique, unlike the bunch who just sold clothes that looked nice.

"But he shuts me off." "Then don't let him do it. I trust you, I know you can make him soft. Just try to be near him all the time, okay?" I didn't say a word. I'm really confused now. I don't know why she's asking me these things but do I have a choice? No. "Okay?" She asked once more. Eyes looking hopeful. I shut my eyes off and gave her a nod. "Very good, now go get him something to eat. And please, just call me Cyrene." She then walked out with her hips swaying gracefully from left to right and by the way, her name is gorgeous just like her.

He stood when she entered, moving slowly but with tired knees Beside him, the familiar woman in her early thirties im a dark blue Hijab and an smooth, self-assured smile stood as well. She extended her hand first. “Hello, nice to meet you again, Mrs Caruso. I'm Aisha Vescari. Again." she said warmly. “Thank you for coming. I hope the drive wasn’t too terrible.” Valentina shook her hand. “It was fine, thank you.” “And this,” Aisha said, gesturing toward the older man, “is my father, Omar. Founder of the Foundation. The stubborn heart of it.”