Novel & Cerita Eisha Ig

"Imagine falling in three-inch heels without walking—then how would you cope with five-inch heels?" Isla bit her lips, forced herself to stand, straightened her posture, and looked up at Elise. "Who are you?" Elise asked. "My name is Isla Pereira…" Isla knew it was a mistake, seeing the deep disapproving look on Elise's face. "I mean, Isla Khan…" "An heiress never stutters, Isla," Elise sighed, rubbing her temples. "We have so much to learn. Come with me," she said, moving toward an elevator in the room.

I don't want to question why Iseah's forbidding his sisters to go to the mall. First, I don't have a right to enter into their lives, especially in raising the kids. I didn't mention it to him too, because I don't want to make it a bigger issue. "Kuya Iseah, come with us so it's fun!" Kesha said. She wasn't contented, jumping into Iseah's arms. "I can't, I have a lot if things to do at the plantation..." he said and carried the ten-year old Kesha.

"hello Tony?... Yeah please bring my car to Firdodia Hotels and Halls...Yeah I'm waiting by the gate. I'll be by the reception. Call me when you get here." She cuts the call and sits down. Lash is one of Aleesha's fan girls from senior secondary school. Her real name is Aisha-Humairah. She is a blogger known as Humylash and a business woman in secret known as Humylash mai maganin mata. She sells women items such as underwears, special Kohls, special perfumes and other special traditional women body products mainly known as maganin mata which literally means 'women's medicines'. Tony is Aleesha's private driver. He takes her cars anywhere. She has a car in United States of America, Greece, Fr

She begged in a beseeching way making her mother sigh and took her granddaughter in her arms. Dr. Mariya Ishaq is a woman from Maiduguri who has been passionate about helping people and saving lives. When she got married to Bushra Amani's father an equally passionate and hardworking man, she got to fulfill her dreams. She wasn't allowed to go to university as hands are pointing at any woman who goes to university unmarried so she prayed to Allah to give her an equally determined husband who will let her continue going as some of her friends didn't get to because of their husbands.

I try to get his attention, but he’s too busy talking to his group of friends. “Beautiful, isn’t she?” I hear Eva say. “Who is she?” I ask, not able to take my eyes off her. “Her name is Elisha. She just moved here,” she replies. I sip my scotch while watching her, intrigued. Her laugh is contagious, and I can’t stop smiling just because she is. She’s intoxicating.

"Isha is a perfect match for you. She's Ria's real mother, doesn't have a bad reputation, can maintain the respect of the family." That topic again. "She works for you. How can you say something like that?" "She has talent, but not a quality to be someone's wife." Anger snaked into my skin as I analyzed her words again and again. For a minute, I wanted to shout at her but then remembered, she was my mother and it was all that kept me quiet. I stared at Isha, wondering what she said to my mother.

Elisa stood up too and went to stand beside keisha. ". Good morning, she said with a sneered tightness in her voice. I'm Keisha, Keisha Santos and I.i.i um, I'm the owner of Keis fresh catch. Keisha saw that the written speech wasn't helping and it was making her more nervous than she was, so she folded the piece of paper and handed it to Elisa. Adam was wondering why Keisha had done that, he spent the whole night writing that speech for her. Keisha loosened up, but Elliot's angry eyes couldn't stop glaring at her, making her uncomfortable. " I'm Keisha Santos and I grew up on an island. I know you might all be wondering if I had done a fish business before. The answer is yes, I have. A few

“And she gets to see our dear Sir Rayner whenever she wants.” Her tone turns dreamy. Her shoulders sway slightly like she’s imagining some fairytale scene. I just stare at her. She suddenly freezes. Her expression shifts. She squints at me. “You… don’t understand what I’m saying, do you?” She pulls out her phone quickly. “Here. Let me show you.” She types Isha’s name into I*******m. The profile pops up. Eight million followers. My eyes drop to the number. “She must be an influencer.”

, Eisha stammered in nervousness when the women were standing there like statues. I clenched my fists and closed my eyes, releasing a deep sigh to let my anger calm down. As I looked up at her again, she immediately turned her gaze down. "That's why I keep telling you to make a plan B", I groaned, examining the row of women. They had all worn large traditional fustanella. My eyes freezed to a girl suddenly who was the shortest among them, barely three feet. Curling my brows I looked at Eisha again.

I was not the greatest when it came down to children, so just looking at her now had me in a bind because I didn't know exactly what to do. "Hello there." I crouched down to her height so that I was at eye level with her. She smiled at my effort, and I saw the little gleam in her green orbs. I could tell that she would be having her first shift soon because the pre hormones around her were slowly starting to get stronger. "Who are you, and how can I help you?" I proceeded to ask. She let go of my robe and rubbed her hands together nervously. "My name is Isha and I wanted to ask if you were married to that beautiful woman over there." She pointed her little hands at Iris, who was still engros