Aliza Sharp Novels & Stories

Varun: "Please sorry yaar, now how is your pain? Please talk to me I don't have anyone except you!" Alizeh: "Arey it's okay babba!, shh I am here and the pain is little less, and I am talking to you yaar!" Varun: "Thank you so much yaar!" Alizeh: 'Idiot!" Varun: "By the way if I would praise you, will it sound creepy?" Alizeh: "No it will not!" Varun: "Today your hairstyle suited on you a lot, it gave you somewhat a different look and it felt really good on you!"

he’d said, shaking his head. “She’ll adjust,” I replied tightly. “Sure,” Zayn chuckled. “And I’m the Pope.” Dinner was even worse. Alessia never missed an opportunity to jab me with her tongue, and Zayn sat there enjoying the show like it was a comedy act. After she stormed off again, Zayn leaned back in his chair, smirking. “She’s got fire. I like her.” “She’s reckless,” I muttered. “She’s alive,” Zayn countered. “Most women in our world are trained shadows. She’s a storm.”

In a mere three hours, Alisa had gone from ‘angry-girlfriend’ to ‘sweet seductress’ to ‘vulnerable, guilt-ridden, accidental murderess’ and finally, now she was ‘the-show-must-go-on, high-fashion supermodel with a probable eating disorder’, and he sat in bed watching her reapplying her makeup and slipping on those icepick heels. As if she hadn’t been crying her eyes out and dripping snot over his shirt a few minutes ago. Alisa is more than just a pretty face, strutting around in glamorous outfits and smiling for the cameras. She was more than just the Vega name and the influence that goes with it. She’s also more than just a girl with a powerful Gift. Alisa—his Alisa—is lovely, complicated,

“She’s kind of our unofficial refugee organizer. Alessia, meet Misty Sharpe, future Alpha of Blood Moon. Misty, meet Alessia Moon.” Alessia and Misty shook hands. Alessia was almost as tall as Misty now. She had filled out considerably. “Strong handshake,” Misty said, smiling. “It’s nice to meet you.” “You too,” Alessia said, head slightly bowed. “I grew up in Crescent Moon, so I heard stories about the Sharpes.” “Uh-oh,” Misty said. “No, good stuff. Powerful family, strong, good, beautiful. Some of the pack members would talk about wishing we were part of Blood Moon.”

“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”

Selmish answered and asked at the same time. "You don't remember me?" The mysterious girl looked slightly hurt by what Selmish said. "I am Seoliel, that was my name thousands of years ago. I am now Aliza." The mysterious girl called herself Aliza. Seolurrie's ears rang at what Aliza said, not only her but also the headmistress.

*ALIYAH* I was discharged from the hospital after I was fully discovered and I discovered that this stranger was the man who ran me over with his car.he was my only hope of getting far away from this city so I told him that I didn't have a place to go to and he decided to help me by taking me to somewhere he knows of.

It is not in any of them. There is one of them that does not open, so I shout her name again, tearing my voice. -Azael?- cries a desperate voice. It's her. It's Lailah. All right, she's alive. A wave of hope runs through my body. -Azael is that you? -sell again. -Lailah I'm going to get you out of here!- I scream to try to calm her down. I hit the door with my foot, but it shows that it is resistant, I try again, but it is impossible. I shot the knob and it was finally ajar.

James closes the door quietly without giving any verbal acknowledgment. “That idiot,” I mutter again before standing up. The funeral — an insincere show of gratitude. I clicked my tongue in annoyance as I left the office, locking it behind me. On my way, I meet my step-sister, Alessia, the daughter of the former Luna of the Timber Pack. She was leaning against the wall, clutching a locket in her palm, the golden chain dangling.

The good news was that they had subdued their encroachment on Spain and the talibans in Korea had been subdued too. Ace of Diamonds, dressed down to singlet and her denim pants and her hair let down from it's tight ponytail. She was beyond frustrated but she knew what the ISIS was playing at. Wear them out and force them to act foolishly but as much as she had gotten frustrated, she also knew not to fall into their traps. Her personal cell phone rang and she retrieved it from her pocket and smile softly at the screen before picking the call. “Hey princess”, she smiled at the screen when a tired looking brunette appeared on the screen.