Anime Aisha Novels & Stories

Chapter One Ashira’s POV “Ah~” Aiden seems not to mind my loud moans when its already driving me insane. He was kissing, sucking and licking on the sensitive skin of my neck while his hand is cuppin my breast. He flicked his finger on my hardened bud and I arched my back from how it sent tingles all over my body. He’s only playing with my breast and yet I feel myself reaching my edge! “Ever so lovely, Ash…” he whispered in my ears and I moaned as he nibbled my ear, gently biting on it.

, His consciousness has almost gone but he is still humming the name of Niyati. "Stop taking her name and start taking my name", Aisha says in a little angry way. Simultaneously, she keeps her phone on the adjacent nightstand and turns on the video option with the camera on both of them. She then abruptly thrust him inside herself while making a scream and then starts riding. She was getting Smaran to ride herself in her way but in the video, she is showing as if he is forcibly doing all this to her.

Her legs crossed instinctively under the desk, thighs pressing tight. Yesterday had been a whirlwind of first impressions, nerves, and the raw electricity of seeing him in a completely different light. She had never felt like this. It was intoxicating and terrifying all at once. Ryan didn’t just crawl under her skin, he wrapped himself around her spine like a secret, pulsing in time with every heartbeat. “Hey, morning,” came Aisha’s voice as she entered their shared intern pod, balancing a matcha smoothie in one hand and a folder in the other.

- she added with a smile. - You've really changed a lot in a fairly short time. It's hard to believe you're the same Miyuki I met at the end of last year. I also never expected that a stupid rivalry with my brother would bring me such a blessing.- Aoi said.- After Aisha died, I never thought that I would ever love anyone again. It seemed completely impossible to me, and for many years my thinking did not change. My heart was closed, but you opened it.- he added, sending Miyuki a smile.

“Posion” POV Samatha The color of her hair is white, and her eyes are hazel. Did you notice that when she was happy or sad, her eyes turned a gold colour? “Yes.” “Ayesha is a white dragon Sam, she’s rare, though not as rare as blood-red dragons or black dragons. But she is third in line in rarity. She will be able to heal others, a strong and dangerous warrior, and is very family orientated. Her healing powers attract the wrong sort of dragons. It’s easier to fight wars when your army is able to heal quickly. I’m guessing she has been hidden among the humans for a reason.”

I probably felt that way towards her because I was still grieving Naomi, whatever reason it was I still didn’t want her this close to me. “What changed Asha? I thought at least now I would be able to comfort you in anyway.” She whined. “Is that why you didn’t put on any underwear?” I turned my head from my wardrobe, looking at her and just as I expected she had the most dumbfounded look on her face. Ayla was in every way a beauty, her dark hair and eyes gave her a charming yet daring look. She had the curves of a deity and a seductive charm to top it all up.

It was best her eyes were trained on the enemies so she could use her powers to eradicate them. "Who are you?" they asked again. "Fuck, will you stop yelling at me?" "No one you should know." Aisha and I said at the same time. "A werewolf with wit," Bran laughed. "It's been long, I see that. I like this one." "You need to leave," Aisha said. Her voice had turned colder. For someone her height, she didn't even look one bit afraid about the people in front of her. They were like a piece of cake. Maybe she had been facing such warriors daily and had stopped fearing them.

Tomorrow the Prophecy Child would die. Aria sat alone in her stone cell, the heavy chains still wrapped around her wrists. The runes etched into the metal glowed with a faint, persistent light, constantly draining her power. A single candle flickered on a narrow ledge near the wall, its small flame casting dancing shadows across the rough stone surfaces. For hours she watched it burn, her thoughts drifting far beyond the bars that held her. The flame was small and fragile, yet it refused to surrender to the darkness. It reminded her of someone. Of Ryan. The thought brought a sad, bittersweet smile to her lips, small but undeniably real in the dim light.

His arm shoots out, blocking me from leaving his side. “It’s all good, man,” Derick replies, before his eyes come to me. “Where’s your evil half?” “Right here.” Aisha waves her hand in front of her face. “The testosterone in here is stinking up the bar.” She scrunches her face. “Can’t you boys go outside and beat on your chests? Come on, Nikki, I wanna dance.” Her small hand goes to my hip. People make the mistake of letting her size fool them. She is the definition of though she be but little, she is fierce!

Or was she leaving cause of Dami's words? "I don't know if I should trust you Dami. I don't know" Aisha pulled him away from her slowly, Dami moved. "But we have a lot of work to do" ******* "All the iro and pupa have been delivered, right?" Aisha had a pin in her mouth, bending to see what adjustment the clothes the beautiful lady was wearing needed. "Yes ma" her apprentice answered. "Please ma'am,can you pull your clothes off so I can amend it"