Aisha Rae Age Novels & Stories

"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."

"Yes madam, anything for the boys?" "Yes, I want you to take someone off the picture for me... She snatched my boyfriend and their planning for a wedding. Her name is Aisha Akorede, I'll send you her picture through WhatsAppp. She's pregnant and looks innocent but its all a lie, she's a wicked witch!" "Really? Don't worry madam, consider it done. Send me her address right away..." "Okay, thanks." "Bye..." *** Iya ibegi: A mother of twins Alhamdulillah : Thank God *** Vote & Comment

Contrary to Aisha, Nalini was skinny and tall, looking more like uncle. “And why are you still calling him 'Mr Korana', don't embarrass us, Preetah.” She laughed. “I mean babuji.” I corrected myself. “Your best friend is getting married, Roshni,” Aisha began. “When are you getting—” Roshni sucked her teeth. “When are you getting married?” “I am 16.” Aisha stated. “Then mind your little 16-year-old business.” Roshni shot back immediately. “Aren't you supposed to be at school or something? It's Thursday afternoon.”

Maya said warmly. She continued to converse with her wolf for a long time. Seeing that she had zoned out, Ashton knew that she might be talking to her wolf. They have waited for this day for a long time. It deserved some celebration. Ashton was excited even more than Maya as he waited patiently at her side. After a long time has passed, Maya opened her eyes. They had a glow that has never been there before. Her cheeks were rosy and her lips were full. She looked like someone who had just turned eighteen and not someone who was approaching twenty-one.

He looked out over the lands with her, his expression softening before he quietly asked, “What are you thinking about?” Aria considered the question, letting her answer come slowly and honestly. “Everything.” Ryan snorted softly. “Well, that narrows it down.” She smiled, but then her expression turned distant as she looked down at her hands. These were the same hands that had once been bound in restrictive rune chains, and the same hands that were now capable of wielding unimaginable power. She closed them gently, not in anger, but in absolute certainty. “When I was younger, I thought my life would always belong to someone else,” she said softly. “The pack, the prophecy, the kings, the bond.

She should be around the age of twenty-two also. "Aisha is my name. But everyone calls me Sha". Said a girl I think should be a teenager. She is the most beautiful of them all. She should be around eighteen or nineteen years old. She has dimple cheeks. She has tan skin. Black long hair that is tied at the back. She is also taller than I am. She is curvy and I love her pink lips. "Mine is Gabriella". Said the oldest of them all. A woman in her late twenties. Probably around twenty-eight or twenty-nine. She is dark-skinned. I think she is of mixed blood of black and white. She is also beautiful and she has dark brown tight and curly hair.

Her personality was all Shayla, without a doubt, and Cole loved that. Rome is a handsome boy, tall, athletic, and mischievous. Shayla swears he’s a miniature version of his father, with his dark brown hair that’s cut short on the sides and long on the top, just like Cole’s. And then there’s his little princess, eleven-year-old Aria Rae, who is a mixture of them both but is the sweetest, most loving little girl to have ever walked the earth—after her mother, of course.

Thelia roamed through the throngs of partygoers, her eyes scanning the crowd with a mix of impatience and irritation. The grand hall of the Blue Moon pack's estate was a swirling mix of laughter, music, and clinking glasses, but her mind was solely focused on one thing: finding Asher. He had disappeared over an hour ago, and his absence was driving her to the brink of madness. "Where is he?" she muttered under her breath, pushing through the crowd with a determined stride. Her auburn hair, meticulously styled, swayed as she moved.

We walk out to the main living area. The noise hits us. Laughter. Shouting. The beep of toys. Aria is there, looking exhausted but happy. She’s thirty-six now, a senator for the Global Hybrid Coalition. Her eyes still glow violet when she’s stressed. Kai is showing his son how to disassemble a drone. Emma is reading a physical book to her daughter. It’s chaos. It’s family. I sit on the sofa. A teenage girl sits next to me. Maya. Aria’s oldest. Sixteen.

“You’re just sixteen!” “And so?” Ani questioned, not understanding the shock. “Really? You’re asking that? You’re just a baby!” Aria reprimanded. A chuckle escaped Asher’s lips while her mother laughed heartily. She didn’t think it was funny. She didn’t think her sister dressing like that was okay, nor her sister hitting on her boss attractive. But she smiled along. Ani pouted, “You’re just a few years older than me.” Bewilderment overwhelmed Aria. “I’m 23!” She yelled.