Saints Row Aisha Novels & Stories

She looked extraordinarily stunning! She was dressed in the exact way as Caitlyn, but the latter was too busy admiring the woman's face to notice her dress. It was only when Martin's deep voice sounded that she returned to herself. "Veronica." The woman approached them with a smile and stopped only when stood a few inches away from them. Although Martin tried to maintain his cool, Caitlyn could see that he wasn't himself. He let out a heavy sigh. "How are you, Veronica?" Martin's face was making an effort to show no emotion. 'Could it be anger or happiness?' Caitlyn wondered within.

He needed to know how I felt, that I was torn in two by Sean’s death, but not because it had been his body that did the horrible act. “It’s not your fault either, Asher.” I blinked up at him, seeing the refusal in his eyes as clearly as the bond between us. He never bothered responding, and instead turned to Tristan. He gave the blonde Vampire, whose gaze had not once left my face, a long look before nodding down at Rowena. Her scarlet hair was matted with blood, sprawled out in the dirt where she laid. “Take her to one of the cells.” Asher commanded, though not harshly.

Sometimes I wanted those emotions. “Let’s remember to call me Lila, not Layla. Okay?” I ignored Theodore, and looked at Jamira. “Yes, you highness.” She nodded her head, letting me know she understood. “Did yall get everything?” I asked, looking at the carriage behind them. I walked up to Alsie. “Such a good girl you are! Always taking care of us.” I rubbed her mane. I did not know her age when I got her, but it has been 24 years. She has not aged like me. She looked tired, and in need of a good time like me too.

"What and what have you been able to find out?" "Well, I've found out that your name is Aisha Humaira, I'm surprised to know that you have never been seen using a surname. Mind if I ask why?" Lash trembles. This is one of the reasons she doesn't entertain men, they like to bite more than they can chew.

Aaliyah accepted to be one of her parents agents who go about from door to door, delivering food to customers in different locations during her holidays from high school, and also her free periods after school. On one of the occasions Aaliyah went out to a very quiet environment to deliver food to one of their good customers, who lives by a river side, she met a very unique creature that looked like human, but was quite different from the physical structure of human beings. It looked like a woman, but this one has an extremely beautiful face with a very long hair that was touching the ground when she was seated on a high rock, that if a normal woman should sit on that rock, her hair would no

"Ash, congratulations on winning the championship." She extended the flowers to me. Rowan, who was standing one step lower beside her, was so jealous that his eyes were shooting daggers at me. I smiled and did not take them. "Sorry. I already have a girlfriend. I only accept flowers from her." I lifted my gaze to see Ivy rushing toward me, cradling a bouquet of mermaid roses. "Ash, congratulations on getting what you wished for. We did it!"

His mother gushed out, looking at the girl with a sparkle in her eyes, she couldn't close her mouth shut. "Come and sit next to me, dear." His mother added. The girl whose name is Nana Aisha has her head still bowed. Zayn watch vigilantly as she manage to settle on the space next to her mother -which her mother was occupying before standing up to sit next to her father- blindly.

Was that the reason why I was backing out? I didn’t even understand what the fuck was going on with me. I turned slightly toward Aisha, who was staring at him with open admiration. “This is my friend, Aisha. She works with us,” I said, gesturing between them. Might as well go on with the best of my ability. “Aisha, this is Calder Vaughn.” Aisha rose to her feet, a bright, slightly nervous smile lighting up her face. “Hi. It’s really nice to meet you. I’ve… heard a lot about you.”

"I should've called you troll instead." "You're so mean," the jet-haired teen pouted like a sad puppy. Making Scarlett chuckle. "You're such a kid." _______________________________________________ Not far from Pastonville High, in the dense forest; a 13-year-old girl with fairly pale skin, long brown hair, and coal black eyes sprinted around the forest. Her name was Aisha. She was looking for someone. Someone who has disappeared since yesterday. "Jamie!" She cried out. But what she picked up was a strange but familiar scent. And that very scent shook her to her core. To one person she feared in particular.

"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."