Saints Row Aisha Novels & Stories

The slap was a sharp, flat sound that cracked through the corridor like a snapped branch in winter silence. Not the muted shuffle of servants adjusting trays. Not the clink of porcelain. This was flesh meeting flesh. I was standing barely six paces away. Aisha stood between Selene and me, hands clasped politely at her waist, her posture respectful but firm. She had always been that way. Soft-spoken. Loyal. Raised in Silvercrest since childhood. Selene stood opposite her, draped in pale silk, chin lifted slightly as if she were already crowned.

Richard also told them to always greet Jack respectfully when they see him and to respectfully call him Brother Jack. Thinking of this, he was a little hesitant. ‘Should I go and say hello? Will he beat me up?’ he thought. Just as he was hesitating, his brother pulled him to an empty table. Fortunately, he was far away from Jack, which made him slightly relieved. Seeing that he was nervous, Jack stopped looking at him and looked at Aisha. She was wearing a white dress, which revealed her exquisite collarbone. She was still seventeen or eighteen years old, but she was already smart and beautiful. Her skin was white and tender, and countless people were looking at her.

I smile softly as he motions me closer. Have we heard from Sinful in the past week where everything has changed? No. That scares me the most. Since Asher came back, he reclaimed full control over his Pack, retiring Shanae, the crazy lady who had sacrificed me in the first place back to where she had come from. Still. No Sinful is extremely unnerving. He's getting into my head without being here, which is something only he could achieve. "Alaya," Asher prompts, as he steps into the water. I sit up, watching him. "Are you coming?"

Aisha said, and her mother's eyes widened in surprise. “Selene!” shouted Jhosep from the stairs. I immediately came downstairs and saw him with a smock on. “I'm fine,” I said firmly. “Is everyone okay?” “There are some wounded; I need your help,” Jhosep said with concern. I nodded and walked down to his office. Suddenly, I saw Izan rushing towards me. He checked me quickly before hugging me; I just took a deep breath as I felt his warmth. “She's good with a rifle, Alpha,” Aisha said behind me. “She was the one who took aim at most of the monsters that posed a real problem. Her sights were always on the heads of those things.”

On the way, Morgana catches up with the last woman who entered and asks, her voice trembling, fearing that these women might be from Zayn's harem. "Who are you, and what are you doing here?" she asks. Aisha listens to Morgana, stops walking, and sizes her up from head to toe, observing the redhead's beauty and obvious jealousy, then answers her question. "I am Aisha, one of Zayn's harem women, to be more precise, I'm his favorite," she responds, lifting her nose. "And who are you? I bet you're just another one of his flings." "I'm Morgana Aguiar; this must be some tasteless joke."

I'd be a liar if I say I've not been tempted to leave this shit of life behind, but except for my mom's investigation, a certain girl is holding me back. A certain fierce black hair girl with hazel eyes. Ashanti. I've never met a woman who is intriguing as her, she's different and a badass. There's just something about a woman that can handle her own that is so fucking beautiful. If I had my choice, I'd bend her over and eat her out, get on my knees and worship her cunt like the beauty she is. “We've got something information concerning the burnt warehouse” I spun around at the sound of my most trusted man's voice.

I really wanted this to go well. I smoothed the collar anyway, brushed a stray curl behind my ear, and bolted out the door. The staircase always made this faint creak halfway down; tonight, even that sounded cheerful. Marilyn stood by the door with her usual grace, one hand on her hip, smiling. And there, grinning wide enough to split her face, was Aisha — curls bouncing, suitcase in one hand, overnight bag slung across the other shoulder. “ISHA!!!” I ran into her arms and we both giggled and bounced.

A girl around my age said standing beside the queen. I smiled back with a smile. "I'm Ashley, Henry's sister" she Introduced. The resemblance was uncanny, "Why don't you let me show her around?" She offers. Henry narrowed his stare at her, "She's not to be stressed, Ash--" She cuts off, "Come on brother, I can handle her. I promise to bring her home safely in one piece so chill out and trust me." I felt stuck in the middle. The warm stare the queen had on me made me feel a bit uneasy but it didn't make her as much uncomfortable.

I knew she was facing something monumental, and I could only hope she was ready for it. Suddenly, the air shifted, and I felt a presence. My breath caught in my throat as a vision unfolded before me. Trees loomed tall, and green vegetation surrounded a group of beings—men, aliens, and animals—all gathered together, united in their purpose. An elder guardian emerged from the midst of them, her aura radiating strength. She stepped forward, her eyes locking onto mine. “You are here, Annalise,” she said, her voice echoing through the clearing. “We have awaited your arrival.”

Just like that, her little sympathy quickly disappeared. Loud cheering broke out on the arena-like courtyard as Aiyisha made her way to the middle, looking every bit like a warrior dressed to kill in her tight bra-like gold and white ensemble with a matching flowy skirt that had so many slits that her movement would not be impeded in any way. Her blond hair was tied in a severe bun atop her head and from the serious look on her face, it was very much obvious that she was not going to spare any one who dared cross her path. The healer, who Kendra had learnt was named Ursula started some incantations in the ancient language, and then smeared soot under Aiyisha’s eyes and from her forehead all