Ayisha Diaz Novels & Stories

I also knew that she didn't make idle remarks, especially regarding people's lives. “Who’s the crazy old bat?” Aisha asked Colin, as if it were his fault. Aisha had the strongest personality among the four of us. She’s also the most eye-catching--at six-foot-one, with smooth chocolate skin and doll-like features, her dyed pink hair artfully braided down her back with dark-red flowers the same shade as her skin-tight dress, she embodied the title ‘top model’. No one would mistake her for anything less. Bea stepped forward protectively, "What do you mean by that?" she demanded. "Are you saying Alisa is in danger?"

"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."

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Theodore yawned in boredom of our conversation. “Such a child. My last name is Castor.” He was mocking her now. She was not amused either. “Hump…” Jamira turned her head at him. “My last name is Di Maria.” Theodore laugh. “So wait…. Hahahahaha … you’re telling us your name is Jamira Di Maria! Hahahahaha! What a name for a demon!!!” I looked at him dumbfounded by his laughter. Why was it so funny? I did not see why her name was ironic.

Well that was the case for Alexis and the girl, just that their parting was just a day ago. Alexis waved to the girls and she head to Madam Lydia office, Madam Lydia was the CEO of the restaurant, and she was also one of Alexis patient, when she was in the office, even Madam Lydia was so glad to see Alexis in her office, even though it was just a day, it felt like years to Madam Lydia.

a soft voice floated through and in walked the one-and-only Aisha Munawara, “What is going on?” “A lot, Aish, you’re going to love this,” her face twisted into a look of suspicion, at my outfit before her eyes widened. “You didn’t please tell me you didn’t get back with that-” “Come on Aish,” Kian dragged out his words, “Swear for me, just once common be a commoner like us,” Oh I must have forgotten to mention that Aisha Munawara wasn’t just your ordinary girl, other than being a PHD holder, she was technically the Princess of a small island off the coast of Qatar called Jazira. Just a little thing I thought I should clue you in on.

“They might be scared of you, Oswald, but I’m not!” “You really should be!” Isabelle shook her head and looked very sympathetic. “You just don’t understand do you, Oswald. I’m not just any old member of the Brethren. I’m the main man…if you’ll pardon the expression.” She ran her hands down her body and gave the most horrible leer that Alice had ever seen in her life. David ignored it. David took another step forward and Belinda saw Isabelle lift a foot, as if about to take a step backward. The foot was placed back down on the surface and she knew then that he/she/it had wanted to retreat but didn’t want to lose face.

Intent on protecting her mate, she dove into the battle, risking the grays’ wrath. Caleb’s cousin, Tanner, slammed into her from the sidelines, knocking her off her pads. The brief distraction allowed Caleb time to get to his feet, and at once he lunged at Ragnar. Tanner snapped and snarled at Diana to get her to move to the outskirts of the circle. She growled back at him, the lowest, angriest growl she could manage, and then trotted back to her place. The grays were too big for her to handle. How could she even think she could deal with Vernetta successfully?

Theon’s eyes widened in shock, mouth opening as if to speak, but no words came. Slowly, I turned to face her. Marissa. Or Tatiana, as she’d once been called. Her true name, the name that she was born with. I refused to want to see her as a Marissa, the weak woman that she has become. But then again, names were irrelevant now. She was a different woman now, a different person. She stood before me, bathed in the eerie glow of the setting sun filtering through the shattered windows, her hair cascading around her face, eyes glinting with dark amusement. My breath caught at her beauty, as perfect as the day I’d lost her, no, as perfect as the day she betrayed me. As perfect as I've seen her, and

"Scarlett." ******