Alisha Diphda Novels & Stories

Alrik grinned wrapping his hands around Arthur's shoulder. "Finally! we have a new hottie in our class." The drama Queen arose from her seat walking like a seductress towards Arthur. "Just so you know. The name is Alisha, Belgrave high cheerleader." She bit her lower lip. A tiny smile spread across his lips. Bella frowned; finding his smile so superficial yet sinister. It made her worry. "Okay Lisha, please return to your seat." Mr Alrik beckoned. "Now," His grip on Arthur's shoulder tightened. "I trust you'll all do well in giving him a warm welcome." Her teacher grinned again.

Luis said to her and led her to his room. Luis turned on his laptop and quickly went into his email. He opened the mail. Sheila Williams, 25 years, caucasian, North Africa, Western Sahara. Luis went through all the other details of the lady. His eyes widened "This can't be," Luis said and Lily looked at him questioningly. "She's been dead for 10 years now. We need to speak with Nora?" he said. "Why?" Lily asked "She is related to Nora," Luis said and Lily gasped.

she answered whilst taking a pair of panties out her drawer and putting them in her bag. "Lia, yes or no to this top?" Elena asked. "Yes. You bought me it didn't you?" Lia answered. "Just testing," Elena said with a smirk. "Pomegranate and honey body wash or vanilla and raspberry?" Bella said from the bathroom. "Vanilla and raspberry please!" Lia called back. "And what about shampoo? L’Oréal or Pantene?" Lisa asked. "The L’Oréal one is empty!" Lia said. "Okay." "I found it!" Allison said, pulling something out from down the side of Lia's bed.

She was about to press further but Clyde appeared all of a sudden, he curtsied at Naomi then turned to Delilah. " Delilah." He first waved at her. " You're being called for." " What?" " The Alpha calls for you." He repeated.

"That weak thing you call a mate. And I do not want to even believe it." She circles Seraphina slowly. Predatory. "But I'm going to cut you some slack. Give you an opportunity to make amends." She stops in front of Seraphina again. Leans down so they're eye to eye. "Kill that girl you call a mate." Seraphina's eyes flash. Red brightening to almost crimson. "She already knows too much," Alisha continues. "She has come to your house. She has seen your weakness. She has seen us. Our world. Our secrets."

“Uhm… no… I mean… Dale must be very sorry for making you feel that way. I’m sure he doesn’t know all of this that's why…” “I guess so…by the way” Ashley seriously looked at me. “Who are you? You’ve been asking me a lot and are very concerned about him. What is your relationship with Dale?” “Actually, I’m---” “She’s a friend” Chelsea answered before I could even speak. “I've never seen you before. You’re not familiar either. What’s your name?” “I’m Zae… Aliyah Zae Garza” “Your name sounds familiar to me but I just can’t remember where I heard it”

As I approached, her gaze turned toward me, and a knowing smirk crept across her face. "Well, well," Alisha said as I took a seat beside her. "Nadia Slate, in a park of all places. What’s the mission this time around?" I pulled a photo from my bag, sliding it across the table between us. The wind tugged at the edges of the picture before it settled face-up. "Take a look," I said simply, leaning back in my chair. Alisha picked up the photo, her eyes narrowing as she studied the man captured in it. Her expression shifted in an instant…her jaw dropped, and she let out a sharp gasp.

Lisa asked curiously. Alif laughed again while pecking his lips at Lisa and Risky. "Lisa, what's wrong? Kai is so poopy? Hey, wake up! Your name is Siti Muhnisah! And you are Risky Wardoyo! Lisa, Kai, so ridiculous." Lisa pouted again. "Yeah! Bang, can't you see if I've tried to beat myself up like this? Who else if not for you? I'm already glowing like Lisa Blackpink so that you're happy! But I like it!"

"How old are you, little Lady?" A genuine smile appeared on her lips and she came closer, blushing, "I'm five! My name is Alisha, by the way! What's your name?" "Oh, so you have the name of one of the founders of the Caspien Empire," she nodded, proudly. "My name is Natasha Nicholai-" wait, what? I gulped, covering my mouth with my hands. What is happening? "I…"

ANNALISA The shrill ring of the phone pierced the comfortable silence of my apartment. I glanced at Adrian, who was sprawled on the couch, a half-eaten brownie precariously balanced on his chest. “Probably wrong number,” he mumbled, his eyes drooping closed. But the insistent ringing continued, a nagging itch I couldn’t ignore. With a sigh, I picked up the receiver. “Hello?” A clipped, irritated voice filled my ear. “Annalisa? It’s your father.”