Aisha Muhammad Novels & Stories

Many beautiful women entangled them. Luis Park nose bleeds. 'Ah...' My dream to become a tycoon is going to happen! I don't know why but I'm stopping all of my revenge! This love! This love! Hahaha! 'This man is wicked!' Aisha thought. This Aisha is a bit different. She doesn't like men the most! She is a boyish one! "Ah!" Luis Park shouted. He shouted not because of this sudden encounter but Aisha pinched him.

Basha Siromani's POV Jasmine, an young redheaded Asian lady who happened to be Riley's personal assistant stood before us. She had a distinct look of disappointment on her face which definitely worried me. If she read a wrong meaning into the situation, she was likely to tell my wife and that would end us in a big ditch. "Good afternoon, sir," Jasmine said in a cold manner and not in her usual cheerful yet professional manner. "Well, what is it you want here? Can't you see we are busy?" the African-American woman said.

Alpha Asher's voice was rough and commanding, "My men will be going around the room to help with your techniques." "Lola." His deep voice pulled me from my explicit thoughts. Mason gave me a sympathetic look, while Breyona smirked. I walked over to Alpha Asher, my heart thumping in my chest. My heart nearly stopped entirely when Chelsea twitched up to Alpha Asher. She was wearing a sports bra that must've been four sizes too small. Her bre*sts were nearly popping out of the low cut tank top she wore. Her shorts were hiked up so high the bottoms of her b*tt cheeks poked out.

Solomon accused Shahryr of being involved in the Guysville incident that left three people dead four years earlier. Apart from Julia, there was also Aisha on Facebook. She liked to share peaceful messages. Aisha was like Malala Yousafzai, the winner of the Nobel Peace Prize from Pakistan. Aisha herself often uploads excerpts from the holy Koran, hadiths, and stories of prophets or other religious matters. "I am Yours!" reads Aisha's latest post. Who? Me? I giggled to myself. That simple post invited dozens of comments, all of whom were guys. Their statements were polite but still no less intriguing. You see, they replied to Aisha's Facebook status with hadiths, wise quotes, and praises.

"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."

This is the first time I've seen her not in control of a situation, taken aback by the last people we expected to see here. Isaiah frowns. "Avia?" "Don't worry Malin, Avia," an unfamiliar woman says from the corner of the room. "Isaiah is a member of our rebellion." I look over her. "Who are you?" "I'm the leader. My name is Kae," she tells me.

I felt cringy more than jealous. "Who's this girl?" She asked checking me from top to bottom. 'And... she has no manners.' "Hi! I'm Ayesha Farooqi, Armaan's new assistant manager and his personal CA." I said bringing my hand forward. "Ah.... So you work for him." She said in her total diva attitude ignoring my hand. I frowed at her taking my hand back. Her first impression: she's a total Bitchy Diva.

She waves a henna designed hand clad in three heavy looking gold bangles and two large g9ld rings at Aleesha. "Humylash long time." "kedai bari kawai {just forget}. Meet my friend, fellow blogger, Aisha Muhammad, the classical Muslimah." Humylash says waving at a bored looking dark skinned beautiful lady who seems to be toi acquainted with her well manicured nails. "nice to finally meet the classical Muslimah. Aisha..." "Eesh." the lady corrects Aleesha. "sorry Eesh. I'm Aleesha AbdulMajid."

Selina pleaded "Selina, calm down. I'll not report you to anybody, you shouldn't be scared of me and feel free to air your views. And my name is not my lady's is Amira . I want you to be free to tell me anything, and I hope I could also tell you anything too and it'll be safe with you." Amira asked. "Yes my lady.. I'm sorry Ami .. Ami..ra" Selina said. "So tell me what you mean by your last words" Amira questioned

I nodded before seeing the lovely woman, the witch queen, come to my side. "It's a huge honor to meet a Luna of your caliber ... Scarlett spoke to me about you in very complimentary terms, an alpha of incredible power, you are a blessed couple and I am pleased to meet you. Dear Queen, allow me to introduce myself, I am Aisha." My heart skipped a beat, how can you be so beautiful and graceful? In no way do I question my sexual orientation but this woman is too good, not the bullshit Selena used to do instead, that's a real woman.