Mina Ashido Aesthetic Novels & Stories

The collar rune around my throat snapped—light cracking like glass. It dissolved. Mara’s face twisted with rage. “No,” she hissed. “You don’t get to—” “I do,” I snapped. I turned to the black-water seam and spoke the only command that mattered. “RETURN.” Ash surged—not upward, not outward—*sideways*, into the water like a hook. The black water fought, swirling, trying to swallow my ash. I clenched my jaw and pushed. “RETURN HER.” The water bulged. A shape rose.

“Here. How do I look?” She has her hair in a ponytail and is wearing a yellow halter top with white cuffed shorts. They make her tanned legs look like they go on for days. She’s already, like, five-foot-nine, so with the wedge heels she’s wearing, you know, the ones with the rope around the edges, she’s almost as tall as me. “Damn, girl. Who you fightin’?” I whistle. She’s my best friend, but I’m not blind. Ainsley is a smoke show. No joke, real deal, California dime. When people talk about effortless beauty, Ainsley is who they’re talking about.

Monojit sincerely said. "I'd love to, but I need to..." When suddenly he saw Asha approaching with her beautiful red Sharee with red lips and a little eye shadow on, making her eyes more prominent. He never saw her like this before and she was a head-turner, a pretty sight to behold.

>≥>>Sexual Contains in the chapter.... Please Skipp to the next one>>> Ashanti I park my car and look at the tall building and sigh Here we go… It's the next day, and I'm here to see Mason. I walked confidently into the building and greeted the woman being the desk, looked like she was expecting me. She beamed at me and pointed to the elevator. My feet thud on the ground and I almost smirk at the look some of these people are giving me, I'm wearing some black leather pants, black boots, a black shirt tucked in, and my black leather jacket.

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?"

She waves a henna designed hand clad in three heavy looking gold bangles and two large g9ld rings at Aleesha. "Humylash long time." "kedai bari kawai {just forget}. Meet my friend, fellow blogger, Aisha Muhammad, the classical Muslimah." Humylash says waving at a bored looking dark skinned beautiful lady who seems to be toi acquainted with her well manicured nails. "nice to finally meet the classical Muslimah. Aisha..." "Eesh." the lady corrects Aleesha. "sorry Eesh. I'm Aleesha AbdulMajid."

Her knees crumbled to the ground, she placed a hand on her knees, placing her head on the ground while fidgeting. "I am sorry, it was a mistake on my part," she sincerely apologized, while fidgeting still. "Get up," Ashina ordered, twirling around. Her gown fitted her body and everyone could tell that she was the epitome of beauty that she was. Her flawless and porcelain skin seemed to glitter when it came in contact with the sun's rays, her well-arranged teeth shone so bright that they made most people feel inferior, and her blond hair made people envious of her.