Ayesha Hassan Novels & Stories

“My crazy older sister, who looks out for me.” “Sounds about right. Theo is old enough to be my dad.” I giggle. “What’s your mom look like, Helios?” Ayesha asks. “Long golden blond hair, blue eyes. Wears all the latest fashions. Likes to party like she is 19, but she’s 42. Doesn’t look a day over 25. She is 6 feet and wears high heels. Speaks her mind, no filter. Don’t take anything she says personally.”

When grandma mention raghavan ex -lover, harshika begin to argue with herself about maya's name, “Oh, it means. Raghavan ex-lover name is maya. I already knew that he had an ex-girlfriend, but now only I got chance to know her name. Nice name !!. Yet, her name is not charming and elegant as my name, harshika.. Harshika. Harshika. Harshika. Harshika.” Harshika chanted her name over and over in her mind, to prove herself that her name is more charming than maya's. However, somehow harshika attention again turned to grandma when grandma whimpered as she was saying,

And assuring she is happy is the most important thing to me. As she takes me to her room, my breath is taken away by her beauty. I can’t help but kiss her shoulder as I unzip her dress. As her dress falls from her shoulders my breath catches as I see this beauty in a black strapless bra and black thong. Kate is what fantasies are made of.

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"Yes madam, anything for the boys?" "Yes, I want you to take someone off the picture for me... She snatched my boyfriend and their planning for a wedding. Her name is Aisha Akorede, I'll send you her picture through WhatsAppp. She's pregnant and looks innocent but its all a lie, she's a wicked witch!" "Really? Don't worry madam, consider it done. Send me her address right away..." "Okay, thanks." "Bye..." *** Iya ibegi: A mother of twins Alhamdulillah : Thank God *** Vote & Comment

As she turned from side to side, taking in the full effect, she almost didn’t recognise herself. A knock at the door startled her out of her thoughts. "Olivia? You ready?" Asher’s voice carried through the room, calm and steady. Taking a deep breath, she opened the door. Asher stood there, dressed in a sharp black tuxedo, looking every bit the powerful Alpha he was. His dark hair was slicked back, and his chiselled jaw was clean-shaven. But it wasn’t his appearance that caught her off guard—it was the way his eyes widened when he saw her. His gaze travelled from the top of her perfectly styled hair to the tips of her golden heels, and for a moment, he seemed at a loss for words.

Hussaina says and jumps over the couch standing in between her and Lash. "Attention everyone please, this is my sister inlaw, Aisha Humaira, popularly known as HumyLash, the famous blogger and chef." Hussaina says. "Nice to meet you all. I'm Lash." Lash smiles. "We know." another fair girl with a smallish and petite structure says tapping her phone. She doesn't seem to be interested in whatever is happening. "Amhal can you shut up." Halima snaps and the Amhal girl keeps quiet.

Alpha Asher's voice was rough and commanding, "My men will be going around the room to help with your techniques." "Lola." His deep voice pulled me from my explicit thoughts. Mason gave me a sympathetic look, while Breyona smirked. I walked over to Alpha Asher, my heart thumping in my chest. My heart nearly stopped entirely when Chelsea twitched up to Alpha Asher. She was wearing a sports bra that must've been four sizes too small. Her bre*sts were nearly popping out of the low cut tank top she wore. Her shorts were hiked up so high the bottoms of her b*tt cheeks poked out.

she sat down on the stool behind the counter when Ayesha came running inside, shouting. "Sis! breakfast, am getting late." Ayesha said, quickly sat beside Arham. Ayat, who was about to take her first sip, looked at Ayesha from top to bottom. She was wearing a long heightened pink coloured dress with knee-length boots. Ayesha looked down at herself than at her.

Ayesha's POV Danielle Osei arrived at the Brooklyn space at nine on Wednesday morning in the specific way of a person who understood that arriving when you said you would arrive was not a courtesy but a professional baseline, and she was tall and direct and had the quality of someone who had spent enough time in rooms that resisted her ideas to have learned not to announce them defensively but to place them in the room with enough confidence that the room had to contend with them. She looked at Ayesha and said, "You're the person from London."