Winx Club Aisha Novels & Stories

I probably felt that way towards her because I was still grieving Naomi, whatever reason it was I still didn’t want her this close to me. “What changed Asha? I thought at least now I would be able to comfort you in anyway.” She whined. “Is that why you didn’t put on any underwear?” I turned my head from my wardrobe, looking at her and just as I expected she had the most dumbfounded look on her face. Ayla was in every way a beauty, her dark hair and eyes gave her a charming yet daring look. She had the curves of a deity and a seductive charm to top it all up.

~Alaya No one knows how to answer my question, it seems, as it knocks them all into silence. "Fine," I mutter, folding my arms across my chest defiantly. "I want to speak to Alpha Asher." It is Death who stands, striding over to stand beside Aspen. She's the strangest looking female I have ever seen in my life. Her eyes are like a haze of smoke rippling up the side of a mountain. It curls around her pupils vividly, stealing my ability to see any sense of emotion she gives me. It's mystical. It's daunting.

Selina pleaded "Selina, calm down. I'll not report you to anybody, you shouldn't be scared of me and feel free to air your views. And my name is not my lady's is Amira . I want you to be free to tell me anything, and I hope I could also tell you anything too and it'll be safe with you." Amira asked. "Yes my lady.. I'm sorry Ami .. Ami..ra" Selina said. "So tell me what you mean by your last words" Amira questioned

I place the cup on his desk. "And who is this lovely lady, Darcus? I feel I should know her, considering I'm your fiancée," she says, a sweet smile on her face. Despite her congenial demeanor, there's an underlying hint of hostility toward me. "I'm Aisha Garcia, and you are?" She extends her hand towards me. Mr. Miller turns to her, a look of mild annoyance on his face.

She threw her hands sideways and moved her head as if she was dancing to a music. "Aisha, I was joking with you, you know that." Ben urged her to speak on but she didn't, she laughed considering if she should continue or not. "Is he a fine man like Roshan?" "Is Roshan a fine man?" Aisha hissed. "Roshan is the ugliest man, I've seen all my life. I still wonder what you see in him." "I know you mean the opposite though and yes, I see everything in him. Things you're too blind to see. So, what about the new guy, is he nice?" She asked.

But her fingers moved faster. **Aisha**: Hi. Are you available next Friday? Just dinner and conversation. Nothing else. The reply came in under five minutes. **Jaxon**: Hi Aisha. Friday works. Dinner only is fine, my rate for that is 300k. Location? Dress code? Any preferences? She stared at the screen, heart beating too fast. 300k for one night of talking and looking pretty, fuck, she could afford it. She’d been saving for nothing in particular.

a soft voice floated through and in walked the one-and-only Aisha Munawara, “What is going on?” “A lot, Aish, you’re going to love this,” her face twisted into a look of suspicion, at my outfit before her eyes widened. “You didn’t please tell me you didn’t get back with that-” “Come on Aish,” Kian dragged out his words, “Swear for me, just once common be a commoner like us,” Oh I must have forgotten to mention that Aisha Munawara wasn’t just your ordinary girl, other than being a PHD holder, she was technically the Princess of a small island off the coast of Qatar called Jazira. Just a little thing I thought I should clue you in on.

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’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?”

Aisha replied, and any outsider listening to their conversation would think that Liana was a worthless person, or else, why would her sister not only not defend her, but punish her? Betina kept a casual expression, but internally, she rejoiced. “Aisha, I didn’t know you were such a fair person. You would stay with a stranger and not with your sister when you see that she is wrong. I find that very admirable. If you don’t mind, do you think we could be friends?” Betina loved to surround herself with sensible and diplomatic people like Aisha. On the other hand, Aisha was on cloud nine. After Betina married Edward, there would be many benefits waiting for Betina’s friends.