Ayesha Novelas e Histórias

Everyone’s jaw dropped, and they started whispering to each other that nobody had ever stood up to Lilith before—I was the first person to do it. "I will make sure everyone sees what a monster you really are, Aliya!" Lilith shouted behind me. I spotted a few of my people scattered around the school, pretending to be human. Some of them were easy to recognize. I could smell them from a distance, their scents lingering faintly in the air. The others had probably used that strange thing Samantha told me about to mask their scent. I turned to her, suddenly curious. “What is a phone number?” Samantha glanced at me, confused. “Why are you asking? Do you need a phone?”

" we are announcing bonus to all our employees and chefs this month, this is a matter of celebration'. I proudly patted his shoulder. So to tell everyone of you Azeil is still unknown to the fact the bake my love cafe is shanaya's. Okay so lets see what happens. If you are new, please ping me on Insta as agni_aastha to connect to me. Hope to hear from you soon . Love -Agni❤

"What?!!!" "Yes Aryan, she's neither a maid nor a gold digger. Aisha is a very nice girl, caring and lovely and sweet. She's a sweet angel in disguise of a human form. She cared a lot for everyone, she loved you a lot and you love her a lot too. She was the most caring lady that I've ever met in my entire life and you know, you can do anything just for her. You can fight the entire world for her also, you can't bear it if anyone tried to harm her."

"Salam. Bakhsish (thank you) dear. It's not very heavy.'' She replied in a kind voice. I gaped at her entranced. However, hearing what she said made me a feel bit down. I mean yeah she must have done this her entire life, what would she need my help for. ''Oh. Okay. Yeah...Sorry for disturbing you.'' I returned awkwardly. I couldn't hide my disappointment despite trying. Meanwhile, she smiled softly watching me with her warm blue eyes. I turned to leave with a nod, when I heard her call out. "Though, I would like it if you could help me with this one." I watched her extending the basket in her hand to me, in shock. Taking turns, looking between her and the basket, I broke into a wide smile

Mrs Jones noted, her eyes fixed on Ashley. "I'm a new student" Ashley said. "Oh! That explains it..... What's your name?" Mrs Jones asked, flipping through the textbook in her hand. "Ashley James" She answered. "Sit down, let's get to work" She turned to the projector. Mrs Jones was their mathematics teacher and Ashley hated mathematics. The lesson continued for two straight hours and Ashley felt like dying. That was how much she hated mathematics. "That's all for today. I want your assignment submitted tomorrow" She turned off the projector.

Aaron introduced himself. Ayesha shakes hand with him, “Of course, I know that. Sara already told me that and I must say that you really suit my daughter. You look like a prince and she looks like a princess. I bet you guys will win the competition.“ Aaron smiles, “Thank you.” “Why don't you sit here?” Ayesha points to the living room. “And I'll call Sara to come downstairs.” She takes him to the living room.

I reasoned, leaving my handbag to the side, "and she's not rushing into anything. She wants to get at least a year of teaching under her belt before jumping into the deep end with the guy." "At least she has priorities," mom mused, turning to my sister who sat silently on the lazy boy with a beaming smile etched onto her face. "What are you so happy about?" I quipped, trailing my gaze down my sister's all black clothing and thick eyeliner, "and what are you wearing? It's dreadful!" She stuck her tongue out at me, her tongue bar glinting against the light streaming in from the windows, "You wish you looked this good, sister," Tory counted, her black stained lips quirking into an annoying smir

“I’m Adelina and I’m calling from KlasyRhodes fashion home, Luanda. We need you to create some designs ma. We want to put up a fashion show and we need new unusual foreign designs.” Could she just stop with the madam thing, Chava had cringed one of her fists already; she didn’t like to be addressed with ‘ma’. Luanda? That was an African country and the caller didn’t sound like a regular client. Where did she get her contact from? “OK, my name is Chava or you can call me Miss Ava.” She smiled. “OK mad--sorry, Miss Ava. How much is your rate?” “When is the deadline? And how many designs?”

He has made it so hurtful. The butler opens the door for me and I get down, walking towards the building. The entrance is empty too. As I walk through the empty corridor to reach Quinn's cabin, an unknown girl walks up to me. Who's she? At this hour? "Hello", she beams. "Hello", I hesitate. "You—" "It's Syeda Ayesha. You can call me Ayesha", she smiles. I shake hands with her. "Ivanna Scott. Are you new here?"

I clenched my fists but I didn't say anything because I didn't have the energy to be beaten. "Now, this is a very new girl. She only arrived this morning. Her name is Ayesha Williams, she's sixteen and she's a virgin. She's untrained but you shouldn't have too many problems with her and as you can see, she’d be a great addition for your Christmas, if you know what I mean."