Mushoku Tensei Aisha And Ars Novels & Stories

[11/26, 10:47] Olu Fajembola2: Smelling A Sequel It's over! Aisha's Challenges has finally come to an end!! ✌ ✌ ✌ What an adventurous journey this has been. Thank you all for being so patient, understanding and waiting for every chapter without complaint. Your friendly comments and votes made me positive about everything until I completed the writing. Also, I will post a surprise for you tomorrow to celebrate the end of this story that has finally reached 500 reads within two months. I love you! ✴✴✴

“Kill you? Ayisha—” Ayisha lifted a hand. “Shh. I’ll explain everything later, okay? For now, just stay away from me. Don’t ask questions. Promise me.” Tessa nodded slowly, still shaken. “I promise.” Ayisha’s face softened again. “You look different,” she said, studying her. “Softer. Calmer.” “I’m trying,” Tessa murmured. “Ares wants to start over. He wants to give us a chance.” Ayisha’s eyes glinted with a mix of surprise and amusement. “Really?”

Simran smirked seeing the disappoint look on his face , she wish to see this disappointment on his face forever. "Girls are more stronger than boys!" Every head turned to the owner of the voice ; Aisha who is giving a ton of attitude to Arif's direction. "Nah, Nah. Nah!" Arif sang pushing his hand on the tip of her nose. Aisha slapped his hand away pushing her finger to Arif's nose tip before saying a "Yes!" with fireballs in her eyes. "I am hungry!" Aliyah laughed at the comment made by Arman who looked bored between his parent's fight. "Your kid is same as you, hungry hungry hungry, always hungry!" Aisha taunted Arif who glared back at her.

"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."

My tone carried the weight of authority, the unspoken power that should have forced any Omega to submit immediately. The voice of a Beta had no effect on her? An Omega? However, Ashina didn’t even flinch. She didn’t cower, didn’t tremble—nothing. As if my growl, the very thing that should have put her in her place, was meaningless. That was the moment a chill ran down my spine. Something wasn’t right. Just then, the sound of hurried footsteps echoed in the hallway, and Rosy, the maid, rushed in, her face stricken with shock.

, Said Faiz with a bright smile on her face which screamed icily. Her smile was pretty but Icy as hell and gave Arsha fright. Within no time, both were standing in front of each other. Amelia looked straight into her eyes despite being nervous. While Aisha's smile dropped for a moment there seeing no special expression on her face. But then she picked up the smile again and without further notice fell onto her, hugged her tightly as her hands wrapped around Amelia pretty well, gave Faiz a shock. Even Amelia was shocked, never did she think of this move. The Might Arsha was hugging her? Why?

Somewhere deeper inside the building, a trolley rattled faintly against the floor, its sound absorbed quickly into the thick institutional air. Belle Vue never felt empty. It only ever felt paused. Arman finally turned his head slightly toward her. Not fully. Just enough to acknowledge presence. “You sit differently now,” he said. Aisha hesitated for a moment, her hand unconsciously adjusting near her abdomen again before she realized it. “I’m just a little tired,” she replied. He nodded without further inquiry, as though the explanation did not require expansion. That lack of curiosity unsettled her more than questions would have.

Aisha was standing, facing me like someone drenched off her soul. At once, she charged at me, wanting to strangle me. She tightened her grip on my neck like my life didn't matter to her anymore. “Why won't you die?” Her voice hoarsed, sounding heavier than normal. I pressed my claws into her shoulders, trying to get free from her attack. Her eyes were pitch black, exactly like that of the witch girls. Damn! Aisha has been posessed. Blood dropped from her shoulders, her grip on my neck weakened. I let out a cough as I could finally inhale oxygen.