Aliza Sharp Novels & Stories

"Am I really Alicia Alexander formally known as Alicia Greyshon?" Michelle slowly nodded in response. "I had my doubts at first, but you are indeed Alicia. What happened to you and how you ended up dead this morning on a planet light year away is another story." "I want to know what you know." "You were a decorated student to famed scientist Jacob Revis. You're a wife, a mother and now you're an assassin working for the Syndicate." Carmen gritted her teeth hearing those last words. "I haven't killed anyone yet!"

Who had fucked her on and on, until she had begged her uncle to save her from him. Her chin wobbled as she recalled everything. The darkest days of her life. "She is Roshanay, Moosa bhai's wife," Alizeh's voice reached her ears and that was when she came back to her senses. She tried to control her emotions and passed a smile to her and then to the girl who stood next to Alizeh. Farah. Who had a cocky grin on her face. She was just another person, who wanted her out of her way.

Aliza said in a controlled tone monitoring her temper to her best abilities. Tears once again rolled out of Shelly's cheeks as her hopes have been destroyed but something strikes her mind at the right moment. "Madam I can prove to you that he is a mafia leader if you come with me." Aliza wanted to evince Shelly that she was wrong. She hated her because she spoke ill of her husband. With the only intention to prove her fiancée was an Angel she walked out of the office with Shelly.

Aaliyah said with a smile. “Huh?” The woman in front of her was confused. “I'm Alice Mendez.” The woman's eyes widened and covered her mouth in surprise. She looked at Aaliyah. “Oh my gosh! You're Alice Mendez!?” “Shh.. Let's keep this between us for now." Aaliyah whispered to Jane. “Oh gosh, you're so beautiful! I knew even with your mask on that you were beautiful. Wow! You look like a goddess, ma'am!” Jane said.

I rolled my eyes. "I always talk like that and there's nothing wrong with it. You are overreacting, man!" I playfully smacked his hard stomach. Oh, the abs! Stop it, Aliyah! You are a noble nurse and that not the first time you saw a naked body, you saw more than that. It is not supposed to be a big deal. "Aliyah!" "Aliyah, what?!" I shouted in shock. I immediately covered my mouth and looked around. "Why are you shouting?" he asked.

Needed to think. "Well, well, well.” The voice was sharp, cutting, like a blade dragging across my skin. I froze, my muscles locking, my breath hitching. Alisa. She stepped in front of me, blocking my path, her arms crossed, her expression a mix of disdain and amusement. Her dark hair was pulled into a tight ponytail, her sharp eyes gleaming with something ugly. She leaned against the lockers, her posture relaxed but her gaze predatory. "Enjoy the attention while it lasts, trash," she said, her voice a sneer. "You being first in the trials doesn’t change a thing about your pathetic self."

Amos, maybe not so much. "Let's get this over with soon, then." He let out a falsely exasperated sigh. "I'd like it to be done before the start of the night." It made Azalia let out another laugh. She was looking forward to starting soon as well but, as they started walking in the direction of the dressmaker, someone blocked their way. "Yael." Azalia's smile slipped off her face. Nothing good ever came from an encounter with Yael. The female counsellor was fake and vicious. She had already threatened Azalia's life several times and Azalia wasn't going to forget about it any time soon.

he mutters, brushing dust from his leather jacket. The helicopter door slides open. Selene leans out, her silver-streaked braid whipping like a snake. “Make your choice, little storm! One date with each Alpha and I'll disable all trackers.” Kieran steps in front of me. “We don't negotiate with traitors.” Vaughn's tech eye activates and projects a news feed above his palm. “We do when we're trending worldwide. The news headline displays and reads: “The Blood Moon Heir Is Pregnant. Five Alphas Are In A Love Pentagon.”

She stood, gritting her teeth as her spongy wig remained still despite the heavy movements of the wind. “Who do you think you are?” she hissed. “Someone you’re not and can never be,” I chuckled, folding my arms. Glancing over my shoulder, I could see the steady cameras of reporters and bloggers who had suddenly appeared out of nowhere, ready for anything juicy. And I was sure as hell ready to give them a show. “You’re right, Aliya. I will never want to be you. Do you know why?” She tilted her head. “Because you’re the loser no one loves. Everyone you care about ends up hurting you.”

My heart stopped. But Alia… she smiled. A sharp, almost frightening smile. “Finally,” she whispered, her knuckles flexing. “Just what I’ve been praying for.” She didn’t retreat. She advanced. Eliza slashed, but Alia twisted out of range with fluid precision, years of training in every motion. The blade barely missed her cheek. Alia grabbed the nearest wooden chair and, CRACK!....broke it across Eliza’s arm. The knife clattered to the floor as Eliza screamed. Blood smeared the tiles.