Aisha Qandisha Novels & Stories

What the fuck was she doing here? “Aisha, you know what to do.” Her lips curled up into a smile as she purred, “Yes, Luna.” A laugh tore itself out of me becuase of course—of fucking course—this Goddess of a woman, this fucking maelstrom had challenged the father of the male who had enslaved her and won. She fucking won! “This is a wedding, is it not? It’s a time for celebration” Ophelia asked mere seconds after Aisha had closed the temple doors. “So lets celebrate.”

Her jaw snapped shut. I would take the first shift for her if that meant that she could get some sleep. "I can stay," Aisha said, never taking her eyes away from the laptop in front of her as she continued to read about the history of the locations on her list. The room went silent, and she looked up with a roll of her eyes. "I'm not a bitch all the time, and I've had more coffee than I should have." Joselin's stomach sucked in sharply under my hands as she let a silent scoff.

Well that was the case for Alexis and the girl, just that their parting was just a day ago. Alexis waved to the girls and she head to Madam Lydia office, Madam Lydia was the CEO of the restaurant, and she was also one of Alexis patient, when she was in the office, even Madam Lydia was so glad to see Alexis in her office, even though it was just a day, it felt like years to Madam Lydia.

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.

I tapped explore and the first thing that came to my mind to search for was Faryah. She was using Faryah Mustapha Edwards now. She was easy to find. She didn't have any posts and her followers weren't that bad. 10k. Cool. I looked at the photos she was tagged in and my heart sank as I looked at her pictures in African wears. She was so beautiful. There were different photos here, with she and her family and my daughter. My Najmah. There were some with the Khalifa guy, their pictures pained my body, heart and soul. No one could deny that they honestly looked very good together and here I was on the side-line.

Trying not to bring attention to myself. “Hello ma’am, my name is Wonda. How can I help you?” There was kindness in her voice. She looked me up and down. I wondered if she noticed my horns. “I’m new in the capital. I would like to purchase a building I can use as a home and a shop.” She turned around, and walked to a table full of maps. She came back with 3 papers rolled up. “Right now we only have 5 buildings available. Do you know what kind of shop you want?”

I guess her loyalty to Ruhun Daji was so deep that she felt uncomfortable being in another spirit's shrine. I looked under the calabash, and just as I thought, there was nothing there. I was about to turn away when a whisper urged me to look with my mind's eyes which was quite impossible. So I did the next best thing. I returned to Aisha to tell her the situation, but to my surprise, I saw her communicating with a small white light the size of an orange. The light went into her without warning. She turned to look at me, and her eyes were as white and bright as the light. She walked up to me, placed her hand on my forehead and whispered to me.

I hope you will forgive me, the celebration is not a high-profiled one; please take me as I am, I said apologetically before picking the opener to open the bottles of drinks. Thanks; this is more than enough, Im very grateful, she smiled sweetly as she answered me. We dug into our drinks and hotdogs. Im Aisha Shaibu, she ventured after taking a sip of her drink. Im from Sokoto State. I read International Relations at Obafemi Awolowo University, Ile-ife," she introduced herself as she maintained her smile and eye contact. I couldnt hide my shock and disbelief. I was like doubting my ears, praying to God to let it be that I hadnt heard her well or that she was merely teasing me. Even in my wil

"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."

“Come on, Annalise. You have to tell me. What’s the name of this mysterious incense?” She hesitated, just as I knew she would. But I could see the trust in her eyes, the bond that still lingered between us. “Fine,” she said at last, her voice barely above a whisper. “It’s called Thanis. But promise me you’ll never use it.” “Of course,” I lied, already planning my next move.