Romans & histoires Dame Dash And Aaliyah

Aliya now moved to sit beside James as the girls looked away dancing to Asake ft Burna Boy 'Sungba'. "Gbese jor, shey you dey whine me ni?" Dera shouted from behind them as they sang to Burna Boy's part. They danced and ate, walking back to the guys. Aliyah's hand were on James' lap and he removed it instantly. "Move before I slap you." Tiana dragged the word 'slap' eyeing her from head to toe. Seun and Daniel chuckled at her facial expression. "Are you deaf?" Rose backed up as the girl moved away with an eye roll.

Damien Said, the lady is starting to get on his nerves. "Now i finally know where you were two nights ago but that's not a problem. Hello Miss Kaylee Davison I'm Allison , Ally for short and i guess you're my nanny ?" Allison said,climbing down from the stairs with her glossy brown hair bouncing and Disha could swear she fell in love with the girl immediately. "Yes I'm your nanny " Disha smiled at the little girl. She's naturally in love with kids.. But what Damien just said sound unbelievable to her ears.

"You look breathtaking, Aliyah," Logan whispered, his voice sending shivers down her spine. Aliyah's cheeks flushed with pleasure. She was dressed in a sleek black dress that hugged her curves perfectly. The soft fabric accentuated her slender waist and showcased her full, round breasts. Her long, dark hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing her flawless face. "You're not so bad yourself, Logan," she replied, her voice laced with a playful tone.

Months of coach Diaz’s combat training kicked in, and I blocked her first strike, countering with a move that sent her stumbling. The fight escalated, each of us trading blows until she made the most bizarre statement I'd ever heard, “Very soon, it's not just Asher you'll lose. Your parents are ne-” I landed a sharp slap across her face. The sound echoed like a gunshot, silencing the crowd. Aaliyah froze, one hand flying to her cheek where my slap had left a red mark. Slowly, she turned to face me, her expression twisted with rage. “You’re dead,” she whispered.

“But you would be alive, and that’s all that matters.” “No—I can’t… cheat fate.” She coughed up blood. “If there’s… another life, I’ll find you… and never leave you. But please… let me go.” I leaned in and placed a kiss on her lips. The blackness spread up her neck. “I love you,” I whispered, just before she turned to ashes in my hands. Tears streamed down my face as I stared at her remains—ashes. . - Aliyah Daemon Born 3046 – Died 3066

She washed her face, combed her long hair, and came out without mearing any makeup. Aaliyah didn't give her time to dress up herself, so she picked up her bag and said, "Let's go!" Hailey picked up her small backpack and followed her out. Aaliyah had an exquisite makeup on her face, while Hailey stood beside her with no makeup at all, but still giving out a natural beauty. Clean and sweet. Hailey accompanied Aaliyah to the cafeteria. Aaliyah and Hailey chose to sit at the breakfast table. Aaliyah looked around and looked at all the men she thought were good.

She crossed the hallway, her heels tapping softly, until a familiar voice stopped her. “Selena.” She turned. Alia was standing by the corner, dressed in a pale silk blouse, her hair shining like glass under the light. Her smile stretched wide, but her eyes did not. Selena hesitated before walking closer. “Alia,” she said warmly. “Hi.” “Congratulations,” Alia said, her voice smooth, almost too smooth. “I just heard about the announcement this morning. Damien naming you his assistant wow. That’s huge.” Selena felt her cheeks warm. She shifted the files in her arms. “It was unexpected. But… I’m grateful.”

Damien said in a diplomatic tone. “My daughter, Princess Aaliyah is sick. She was born with only half her soul and only by mating with her soulmate before her eighteenth moon might she be well. My seer, Amal saw your boy on his return trip from visiting his family when he ran into your son and discovered he was my daughter’s soulmate.” George said.

A week later, Aaliyah was back on her feet, and I took her to a networking event at The Shard, London’s elite packed into a glittering ballroom. She wore a navy dress, sharp and confident, and I couldn’t take my eyes off her. “Ready to charm the crowd?” I asked, offering my arm. “Born ready,” she said, smirking. “Who’s the big fish tonight?” “Roger Ellison,” I said, nodding toward a suave guy in a gray suit, laughing with investors. “Media mogul, owns half the UK’s outlets. He’s your ticket to global PR.” She squared her shoulders. “Let’s do this then.”

“Uhm… no… I mean… Dale must be very sorry for making you feel that way. I’m sure he doesn’t know all of this that's why…” “I guess so…by the way” Ashley seriously looked at me. “Who are you? You’ve been asking me a lot and are very concerned about him. What is your relationship with Dale?” “Actually, I’m---” “She’s a friend” Chelsea answered before I could even speak. “I've never seen you before. You’re not familiar either. What’s your name?” “I’m Zae… Aliyah Zae Garza” “Your name sounds familiar to me but I just can’t remember where I heard it”