Alisha Diphda Novels & Stories

Different is what I need right now. Leaving the bathroom with a solemn promise to myself, I hop on a different train and pray that whatever the future has for me will be good. After sitting, an older woman is scolding her daughter, whom she calls "Ashanti." Ashanti. I love it. Ashanti Dunbar. Perfect.

That's Stay in California of the united states far away from the crowded city with her sweet mom Alisa valencia. Alisa Valencia, a lady in her mid-thirty with a good figure that mans still turn head around for, Black long hair, Honey brown eyes, and a sweet smile, a good height of 6, a single mother working As an HR in DAZZLE company of export and import who's having a day off. "Vanessa, get up, or do you want me to bring your brush, your breakfast on your bed itself" Now Vanessa was FULLY back in the world.

Fareeda asked, breaking the silence. "He'll be fine. He's still a little bit scared, but he'll get over it. Now, tell me about the secret," Fareeda sighed with a small smile on her face, "Years ago, my sister, Mini, introduced me to a friend of hers'. Her name was Alisha and she was a skilled hacker, someone I admired for her competence and sensibility. In my head, we were business partners, but in Alisha's head, she had a crush on me," She said and paused to look at Valerie who had a surprised look on her face.

“It’s time she learned the full price of divided loyalties.” In my office, I reviewed the surveillance photos from the past five years again, and it made me want to go crazy. Seeing her happy smile. Scarlett at her coffee shop. Training with the warrior. Living her pathetic attempt at a normal life. All while Vanessa’s death remained unavenged. The door opened, and two guards dragged Alisha in. She looked worse than before – good. Fear was an excellent motivator. “Leave us,” I commanded. As the door closed, I studied the trembling wolf before me. “You’ve disappointed me, Alisha. Is that all you can offer your lord?”

•SASHA• “Mom, Alisha is back. I just saw in a post that she’s Camilla Ross, as in the daughter of Don Ross. Can you believe it?” “What?” Olivia gasped as I hid behind the enormous vase and peeked at them talking in the living room. Nevada showed her something on her cell phone, and she gasped.

Her heart felt like shrinking Deep down inside and she knew she didn't have any chance of finding the shore of the deep ocean. Jacob Williamson is her first love. They used to be neighbors. Alisha and Alissa have been good friends since their birth. They are identical twins and have the same face. But Alisha is a soft girl with a kind heart while Alissa is a little sassy and intelligent.

This is so embarrassing. "Sure, by the way, I am Cristel Dela Fuente. I am the daughter of the village's Chief, and I am willing to help with our visitors. You can come to our house and stay there. About the money, I can get you some work here and you can borrow money from me then pay it whenever you can," she said that and smile. "Thank you so much, you are a big help to me. I am Aliyah." I extended my hand for a handshake. She gladly accepted it.

If her clan were ever to be attacked in the future, Leah didn’t think she would be able to depend on him to have her back. An image of Ray popped into her head. Leah could tell by just one glance that Ray would have no trouble keeping up with her as far as strength went. He was definitely an alpha. Theo on the other hand... Leah was pretty certain he was nowhere near alpha status. What the hell was Queen Dominique Blackwell thinking! Not only did she send Leah a fugly potential mate, but she also insulted her by sending someone who wasn’t even of equal status! Her father and Theo began chatting. Leah paid no attention to the small talk, since she obviously had no say in what happens in her o

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.

She attacked my lips and in a swift move, she was straddling me, her hands in my hair. Camila, Camila, Camila. Camila Brinx- Camorra. Deep, open mouthed kisses, mixed with the cool air of the night, a dream. Our lips felt perfect against each other, she felt perfect in my arms. The sound of the ocean now rushing, or maybe that was my blood rushing through my veins, kick starting my adrenaline. Whenever I'm with Camila, it's like a fever dream.