Winx Aisha Layla Novels & Stories

With Andrew, Lexy could see Alice laughing freely and being happy. Lexy's gaze wandered around the room before fixating on the wilting lily flowers. Suddenly, Lexy got a brilliant idea. Immediately, Lexy searched for Zahra's contact, which he had obtained some time ago, to order fresh lily flowers and provide the latest updates on Alice. Seeing Alice's closeness to Asih made Lexy believe that this middle-aged woman was the one who could talk to Alice. Lexy was confident that Asih's words would be heard by Alice, as she regarded the woman as a second mother.

Layla looked at the staff and bowed her head once again, smiling, before she walked into Asher's office. “Who is she?” James asked immediately as Layla walked into the corner. “You missed the engagement party last night, and I bet you haven’t logged in to your social media account,” Aria said, shaking her head in pity. “She is the daughter of Mr. Theodre and the successor of HighEnd Investment.” “Wow!” James opened his mouth in awe. “Had it been that I heard it from someone else, not you, I wouldn't believe it. Her life is so simple compared to some billionaire heiress.”

I stopped walking. “…And your fated mate?” I finished calmly. Daxton’s shoulders slumped. “Yes,” he whispered. “And Aisha.” He didn’t look at me. “That’s her name,” he said quickly, as if confessing it out loud might somehow doom her. “Aisha.” I leaned back against the table and crossed my arms. “Aisha Riggs,” I said. His head snapped up. “You already know,” he breathed. “I know everything,” I replied evenly.

I couldn't believe I had to keep up with this till I reached the mosque. Ya Allah. Help me please. --------Gwamna Road ------------1:00, Danesi's Residence. " Ya Khalifa, Kayi sauri mu wuce, munyi lati, kuma..(Brother Khalifa, be quick so we can, we're late and..)" Aneesah was cut short immediately she opened my room door and her eyes hit me. I had to look good. For my future wife and all my cousins and their friends that had a crush on me.

“I’m Adelina and I’m calling from KlasyRhodes fashion home, Luanda. We need you to create some designs ma. We want to put up a fashion show and we need new unusual foreign designs.” Could she just stop with the madam thing, Chava had cringed one of her fists already; she didn’t like to be addressed with ‘ma’. Luanda? That was an African country and the caller didn’t sound like a regular client. Where did she get her contact from? “OK, my name is Chava or you can call me Miss Ava.” She smiled. “OK mad--sorry, Miss Ava. How much is your rate?” “When is the deadline? And how many designs?”