Ayesha Novelas e Histórias

she bend to pick it but she saw a small smiley made on the floor with colorful chalk. She turned her head behind only to find Ash looking at her with a blank expression; he tried to smile but that smile rather looked creepy; taking a deep breath she picked her pen and sat back on her seat. " Ash, " Azora whispered but Maya already knew this. " Let him, I can not go around barking at people for staring at me, " She rolled her eyes at her before she started copying the notes. why this girl has to be so hardheaded? Ash thought as crushed the gym chalk which he always kept in his bag; it always had a calming effect on him; weird but working.

I smiled when Amir rolled his eyes. A few minutes later, Uncle Luther returned with Alpha Dalton, Alona, and another woman I didn't recognize. She's beautiful. She looks ethereal with glowing lights around her. "My Queen, My King, Prince Amir, Princess Calla." They greeted kneeling in front of us. "Who is she? " I whispered to Amir. Amir followed where I was looking, and he smiled. "That is Ayesha. She's the one who leads the Faes." "She looks ethereal." Amir just smiled and kissed my forehead.

Probably some guy gave her a fake number in the bar. "I know what it is. But who are you?" She again asks me anxiously. "I am secretary of the President of the Damison Group. My name is Ethan Stone." I reply to her irritatingly, as she is wasting my time. I need to go home and take a lavender bath with my rubber ducks.

She blushed even more. Ayesha Kiss Cullin: She is a friendly chinita princess who is beautiful at heart. Hot but has a bit of a conservative old passion. But totally beautiful and a certified Malditah. She's an Architecture Graduate. Right now she is also working in Malditah's office. She's their building designer and wedding planner as well. She facepalmed and blushed at those warm welcome gifts. Their staff kept laughing and teasing Lia. 'What A Crazy Friendship Ever.'

She says, spitting on the ground in disgust. Both Amber and I giggle, covering our mouths because it’s so strange to see a refined woman speak so freely and act like this, but it’s very entertaining. We were taught never to talk down to or disparage Alphas, especially without using their titles, and she did both. “What is your name if you don’t mind me asking?” I ask. “Ayesha, Beta.” She says, smiling. “It’s been lovely meeting you, Miss Ayesha, and we will definitely be seeing you. I am very interested in hearing what you have to say.” I say, shaking her head.

Ash leaned in to loudly whisper, “She means she’s a thief. A damn good one, too.” “Oh.” My brows rose in surprise. A thief. Cool. “Was that a compliment I heard coming out of your mouth, Ashley?” the other woman, Aya, asked. Ash blushed a stunning pink and Aya and Nalanie cracked up. I hid a grin behind my hand, content to watch their interaction. “That’s not my fucking name,” Ash said, his tone full of deadly promise. “Whatever, sugar.” Aya’s gaze caught mine. “Welcome to Penumbra where all the guys are dickheads but the girls kick ass. I’m Aya.”

She was a woman chosen, respected, and utterly consumed by the fierce, untamed devotion of an Alpha who would tear down empires just to keep her safe. "You didn't have to burn down a corporate dynasty to prove you meant it, Julian," Maya whispered, a breathless, soft laugh escaping her lips as she raised her hand to rest flat against his chest. She could feel the steady, powerful thud of his heart—a heavy, reassuring rhythm that matched her own.

“I think that it will if I tell him that he’ll never see you alive again if he doesn’t join Nemesis.” She tries to appear unfazed by the threat on her life. “Just what is Nemesis?” “I am Nemesis.” Alice looks confused. “Or rather, I am the leader of the organisation known as Nemesis. I have been here waiting to stand down for many years, as it is not my place to be in command. We all believe that David should take over.” “And your problem is that he doesn’t want to?” Kevin shakes his head. “He has decided not to take sides.”

Basha Siromani's POV Jasmine, an young redheaded Asian lady who happened to be Riley's personal assistant stood before us. She had a distinct look of disappointment on her face which definitely worried me. If she read a wrong meaning into the situation, she was likely to tell my wife and that would end us in a big ditch. "Good afternoon, sir," Jasmine said in a cold manner and not in her usual cheerful yet professional manner. "Well, what is it you want here? Can't you see we are busy?" the African-American woman said.

Mama Barakah popularly known as Iya owala (With her tribal marks as she hails from Oyo state), an elderly woman of about 56 years of age speaks in a low voice. "Assalam 'Alaikum to everyone here. Wallahi, this is the saddest news I've heard and witnessed so far. It is indeed so painful and so unfortunate that this happened to our Aisha. Everyone here knows Aisha and everyday, I pray for her kind of Iman (faith) and Barakah (blessing)."