Ayisha Diaz Novels & Stories

Shane “What?” Adea asked. She raised her chin, craned her neck as her brown eyes found my dark ones. I watched as they widened at my request. Shock splashed across her features and I had to try my damn hardest not to smile. “Shane, you-you can’t be serious…” She said incredulously. Oh, baby. I’m dead fucking serious.

“Surely, a quick dance wouldn’t hurt, would it?” The temptation to indulge in a waltz with the undeniably beautiful Isabella was strong. But the image of Annalise, her eyes sparkling with mischief as we practiced our waltz steps earlier that day, flashed in my mind. “Actually,” I said, taking a deep breath, “I’m here with Annalise. We were just… stepping out for some air.” Isabella’s smile faltered for a fleeting moment, a flicker of something akin to surprise crossing her face. But it was quickly replaced by a practiced smile – a dazzling display of perfectly white teeth and unwavering confidence.

CHAPTER NINETEEN "Hey, senorita, you must be Ace's African beauty, he's been talking about the whole month " he smiled revealing his neatly arranged set of teeth , he is so handsome, almost as Ace, ... Did I just compare him to Ace?, Why? That was surprising, Ace talking about me to some random person, perhaps his friend , he never acted as though he saw me until there seemed to be a daring cause for us to talk. "I'm Isabella, and yes I'm half African, who are you please?" I replied wiping my hand on the table napkin as I stood up .

James darted his attention from Dera to her trying to remember her. "I'm Aishat by the way." She said and he gave a small smile. " Thank you guys and nice meeting you Aishat." "James,have you seen Daniel?" Before James could respond she interrupted him again, "When you see him tell him to call me ASAP." She said again looking like she was about to fight. James was clearly amused, "yes ma." She nodded in satisfaction. Before she could say anything again, Tiana shooed her off saying, "Aht,aht, I'm trying to talk to my man run along."

Aisha looked up at him. “Hello, my name is Syed Roman Ali Gardezi. You are pretty,” he said in a deep seductive voice. No woman could ever put his charm down, they have to put their guards down instead. “I don’t talk to guys until they reach my ideal,” she said while touching his shoulder. Muaza was not listening as she was all lost in her book. “And what is your ideal?” he asked while raising an eyebrow. “I am a daughter of infamous business tycoon, Zaroon Khan, so I don’t date a commoner,” she said while moving her fingers in her hair.

Different is what I need right now. Leaving the bathroom with a solemn promise to myself, I hop on a different train and pray that whatever the future has for me will be good. After sitting, an older woman is scolding her daughter, whom she calls "Ashanti." Ashanti. I love it. Ashanti Dunbar. Perfect.

I will find you guys as soon as I can… Sure boss… Asia could feel Ashley staring at her she just continued to walk out the door with Lia… Ashley walked up to Max and asked who is that lady with Lia… That’s my business partner… Oh the one who was with Jae at the dress boutique… Ann I think No her name is Asia Durr.. Yea something like that… Was she feeling out of place? I’m not sure she just informed me she wanted to head to the dance floor… I can go assist her as well with Lia… That will be great because she hardly knows anyone here …

“Hey Evelyn what are you doing here?” “Uhm.. Maria I don’t really know, what do you think I’m doing at the gym.” The beautiful woman said laughing, she was now standing in front of Miss Diaz with her hands on her slender hips. “It’s been long you know, I have been trying to get to you for a while now, I’ve missed you babe ” Babe? “Evelyn this is my new personal Assistant, Sidney.” Miss Diaz Said, Completely ignoring everything she had just said.

I didn't belong in the same frame as her. "Hi," she said brightly. I startled. Looked at my feet. "I'm Aisha," she added, extending a hand. Her smile was warm, genuine. "Isabella Hartley." I shook her hand. Her grip was firm, confident. "You're American," she said, tilting her head. "New York?" "Yeah. You?" "Nigeria. Eastern and northern part." She laughed softly at my obvious confusion. "My dad's from the north. People always think mixed . You know, Blasian because of the eyes. Nope. Just me."

:D - Ashe Alberts