Ayisha Diaz Novels & Stories

Jose asks already biting his nails. "José, stop being indiscreet" Diana fights with him, "So Aisha, did you kiss? Curiosity is killing us. Just say it."

Danika Williams I called Elizabeth as I started getting ready but I was a mess. I didn’t understand what was appropriate to wear, how much makeup was appropriate to apply or how high my shoes can be. Elizabeth is great with such things. Parents love her, she is very respectful and sweet. “Oh thank god Elizabeth.” I breathe out as the call connects on the last ring. “Yello! Who this?” I hear a childish voice but it was a woman I could tell. “Danika here. I need to talk to Elizabeth.” I say as I go through the clothes in my walk in closet.

There was no denying she carried herself with the same unshakable regality Val had been told she herself projected and Val really couldn’t yet tell if that was coincidence or intent. Was she wealthy? Married into wealth? Born into wealth? Either way she looked like one of either. “Everyone,” Aisha began, her voice a little hoarse probably from yelling at the employees downstairs, “I want you to meet our newest ambassador, Saskia Hartmann.” She smiled as she gestured to the woman. “She’s joining us from the Seville branch, and I’m sure you’ll be seeing her in more campaigns going forward.”

Halima snaps and the Amhal girl keeps quiet. "I'm Aiza Lamido, Qifdi's friend and a fellow blogger. And i model part time. I'm a huge fan of yours." the lady that gushed the first time Lash entered says hugging Lash briefly. Lash returns the hug wholeheartedly. "This is my cousin Aidah. She's a poet and an upcoming artist." Aiza points at a shy looking girl who smiles shyly and waves at Lash. Lash waves back. "That's Rania. She's an all rounder. A brand influencer, a model, makeup artist, blogger and a motivational speaker." Aiza points at the most beautiful of the girls there.

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.'

Not about anything. All she wanted, her only prayer was to hold her children again. Ayisha sat at the table, staring at the papers in front of her. Relief mingled with guilt. She had won the argument, but the victory felt hollow. She looked toward the staircase, where Tessa had disappeared, and whispered under her breath, “Forgive me, sister. I’m only trying to keep us alive.” ***

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)."

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.

All the people she could rely on were going to be fighting at the same time. The coach started rattling out the names of the expert fighters, and at the fifth name, her opponent, the coach paused. She looked over at Coach Baxter and saw the glee on his face as he said the last name. “Alpha Ezekiel Michelson.” She would have heard a pin drop in the arena if her head wasn’t swimming so much. Zeke stepped in, larger than life, but she could see two of him. And then three. The whistle blew. And that was the last thing she remembered before retching her guts out on the ring mat and then passing out in her own vomit.