Aziza Stories

Annie Belladrosa dives into the world of the land that will become America. She will see her ancestors Isabella Belladrosa create the strong that her first ancestor merely dreamed about, but sacrifice everything to keep it alive. The order that is called The Hunters, a order that balances on the bridge between Templars and Assassins. All with one mission in mind: Destroy the Apple of Eden and let the world go through with it's natural course Aziza Belladrosa has been given the chance to free her family from this curse that is Juno. To free them from having to live and wallow in pain. Aziza will be the one that will set free her name and see to it that those in the future will do so as well. That she will never see another one of her family fall to the hands of death because of what someone else says. She will protect the man she loves and she will see to it that she lives long enough to prove the curse wrong. But with her choices comes punishment for others....punishment that could mean something worse then the death of herself.... But the death in her own Hunters A Assassin's Creed FanFic that I made, more books in this series to come!

A cat that is really a human goes to duelist kingdom to meet a duelist who is on a quest to rescue his grandpa. When they notice about the mysterious life source they have. Yugi and the other's wonder how capable the cat is attach to the millennium items years ago and was reborn to actually be Pharaoh's guardian.

Aikira James is in her third year of college when a freshman, Liara Connor, asks to shadow her and her ongoings in the Reaper Society. While Aikira is excited for the girl to see her day to day life, Acallaris as president of the club is less than stellar with the idea. The other factions of the Reapers are coming to town, and not all of them enjoy the company of little humans with cameras. An expansive tale surrounding Aikira's life in the Reapers, and a take on discovering what it really means to love yourself.

Love is an emotion that can never be fully depicted with words. Love is like a mountain which stands tall through all the storms forced upon it by nature. Love is like a fragile string that holds everybody's lives together. Without love, we would be nothing. Love is humanity. Love is kindness. Love is life. A mother's love is superior to all kinds of love that exists in this world. It is said that something changes in a woman, chemically, when she becomes a mother. That feeling can never be described in words. But can this love be overcome with the desire for a career, a life without any restrictions and just wanting to be oneself? That is a concept that has been a topic of debate for years. Yes, the chemical composition of a woman's body post-birth, does change, however, it does not change the fact that she is an individual human being. Priorities change they say. But do they need to? Can they not be aligned with the needs of a woman's baby and her ambitions? Love is beautiful, but at the same time, it is also very unforgiving. It bounds you in this façade of expectations and fascination, hiding the realities of life. A mother loves her child forever, but can a child love their mother, if she sets out to fulfill her dreams against the wills and traditions of the society? This is the story of Ayesha and Aziza, struggling with their lives, trying to find solace and unveil the dark secrets of their lives.

The world is full of surprises and impossible things. That is something that Felicity knows well or at least has some experience with such occurances. But who is Arieh Yael? *Warning: Read Note in the beginning*

Zoey is an soft spoken Aziza, but unlike others of her kind, she has a hard time feeding that is until she meets, a mysterious rebellious, Aziza by the name of Estrella

Two races have been at each other’s throats for centuries, and continue to persist in a brutal war. No one knows for sure what incident caused the hatred, but there are theories throughout the races that there is a third party involved—some irrevocably ruthless killer has manipulated the races into fighting each other into extinction. All there is in the way of proof are lies, secrets, and murmurs of deceit. Despite it all, two of the oldest members from each race have managed to remain close friends, sparked from a time when there was peace. They have always been adamant that there was a cause for the brutal hatred between the vampires and werecats. And now, with each other’s help, they hope to find and eliminate the danger that plagues both their people. Can they find what they’re looking for, or will they be trapped in the tangled web of deceit that follows them everywhere they go? Are they ever truly safe; or will the centuries old cold-case be their demise? Follow Ember and Aziza’s journey as their skills are put to the test.

Let me kiss you hard in the pouring rain You like your girls insane, so (louder) Choose your last words, this is the last time 'Cause you and I, we were born to die Aziza Banks and Luke Castellan were just another Greek Tragedy Started: February 4, 2024

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🌍 Aziza Kinshasa, late 1990s, where rumba guitars bleed into the night and whispers of war drift in from the East. Aziza, the daughter of a weary tailor, carries dreams bigger than her crowded streets. One cassette tape, one song-Josky Kiambukuta's Aziza,pulls her into the orbit of Benoît, a quiet music seller whose love feels like refuge. But in a city trembling under soldiers' boots and the promises of powerful men, Aziza must choose between tenderness and survival. Love here is never simple, it is a gamble, a wound, a song that lingers long after the last note fades. A story of love, betrayal, nostalgia, and the bittersweet rhythms of Congo, told in the heartbeat of rumba.

Thee is having a crisis, and I'm getting worried that the author he hears is not one he made into an author. ...I'm damn worried that something is going to happen. _________________________________________ "Let's play!" Alysa yells happily, jumping up and down. "What are you two?" Ira asks mockingly to Alysa childish behavior. "If you think I am." She says happily with sparkles in her eyes. Ira gags. "Disgusting."

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