Female Aizawa Novels & Stories

her friend asked, and she nodded. "Riches, huh," Aiza said. "Former waitress here whose life has turned around." "That's why. Maybe this is really her dream because she knows it's the best role in the business world. The girl is beautiful, and she looks kind even with her sophistication. She was just quite haughty but it's okay to act when you're rich." She nodded because it was true. The girl was genuinely kind, even she could attest to that. At first glance, she seemed intimidating, but later on, Heart realized she was wrong.

“You know that is how mind control works?” Mitsuhide said softly. He was watching the young woman in front of him. Though she was the youngest of the group by a few years she had an aura about her that matched his wife’s in making her seem much older than she really was. He smiled at the thought that he could only deal with one woman like his wife but this other one wasn’t all that bad to add to the mix. Mitsuhide thought Max had lucked out the same way he did.

It was the voice of the woman that had captured her two years back when she had followed the basket to this island. “Nwanyoo (Easy),” Ejima muffled and turned her attention to the woman. She towered some feet away, with braided hair that dangles on her sides. It was impossible to see her eyes, but Ejima could see the muscle drooping on her shoulders like a watermelon. Save for the fact that women hardly wear weapons, Ejima has never seen a woman with such height and power. Her status could send even the bravest man on their knees.

“Please respect her. She is the ruler of the Underworld.” “So what? She is a woman.” “Ryuzaki!” Amino’s voice volumed up. “Pay her name some respect.” Ryuzaki stood up, his skin heated up and turning red as quickly as if he was tanning under the sun. “So what? A woman can’t rule, a woman can’t lead. Their place is under us. If you don’t want to, I will help you.” He continued to jab the sensitive topic, fishing out the tiger shark with his stick fishing pool.

Like he didn’t learn it in my bed, in my arms. They say he’s married now. That poor, quiet girl with the bruised wrists and wide eyes. Aziza. Even her name sounds fragile, like a whisper of a word that could easily be broken. She moves like a shadow, silent, careful. Like she’s always apologizing just for existing. She doesn’t talk much, but you can feel the fear in her posture, in the way she flinches before a room even notices her. She’s not a wife. She’s a possession.

"You are so beautiful, my dear. Today is a great day and we shall celebrate it for its greatness." He kissed her cheek and gazed openly at his other daughters. They could not contain their excitement. He was elated for them. He looked at her and, in her eyes, he could see her; his mother. Shinja had the loveliest eyes, brown like her grandmother. She had taken a little white streak on the left side of her hair. To be the youngest but the most reliable and mature had not been much of a choice to her. Her sisters were reluctant in taking on tough responsibilities so her empathetic nature made her engage in activities beyond her age. She understood her father's plight and always went out to hel

As usual, Reya wakes up every morning to help a woman who works in her house cook. Yes... the woman is named Aza, a middle-aged woman who has worked at her home since Reya was 1 month old, until now. And Reya is also reluctant to call her aunt because for her she is already like her own biological parents, so she calls with a mother. Although at first, Dayu felt bad at Reya's insistence, she finally agreed to the call.

"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."

“Amethyst! You finally decided to give up being a pretty face and doing some real news reporting.” Amethyst walked towards the woman and gave her a hug. “Nope, I like being a beauty with brains. But I did bring you your very own.” The woman looked past her to see Akaisha standing there awkwardly. Her hands were clasped together in front of her. She raised an eyebrow. “You mean that little pipsqueak will be working under me?” She touched the baffled woman’s shoulder. “Akaisha isn’t a pipsqueak. She’s tough as nails. Besides, she used to be Mahima’s assistant.” Amethyst motioned for her to step forward.

That showed that Aizu had outstanding talents. The truth was that Aizu had two Perfect grade Elemental Affinities and a Perfect grade Magic Talent, and in their whole promotion, she was considered one of the more talented students. Of course, those two elements were light and fire; Aizu had trained both of them, but she had better success with the light element and thought only to show that one.