Anime Sasha Novels & Stories

“Here, you must be thirsty, “ the girl said casually, approaching my bed and handing me a glass of water. “I am Sasha, my mom is the pack doctor.“ she told me softly. I reached out to grab the glass which I gulped the water instantly. For some reason I was not able to move my eyes from her. Sasha looked pretty, her short black raven hair was framing her face beautifully. She had caramel eyes with thick eyelashes, a small button nose and heart shaped lips to die for. There was something about her that I liked, that gave me peace, that told me we will be friends.

Aki in that precise moment projected two things in Sasha’s eyes: she looked ungainly tall at her age yet there was latent strength in her celebration of life; there was a playful butterfly spirit that rested in the corner of her smile. In the end, Sasha couldn’t help but introduce himself and request to join Aki’s tea party. He joined her in many other activities since, and the two became inseparable. They built towers out of cards; something that Sasha always failed in because he didn’t know how to regulate his breathing and he had a tendency to be impatient. However, on the river banks, he would make the most elaborate mud pagodas complete with mini-fountains. They watched bunraku puppet t

The same thing, over and over, from different angles. I looked back at the group. Sylvia’s normally blank face was shocked. Laurent and Ernest were fuming. The three of them turned to face Sasha, who was now sitting completely abandoned by Harrison. Sasha was alone, facing down the Elders. “Explain yourself!” Sylvia barked. “I-” Sasha stuttered, trying to find an excuse. “I didn’t know it was her!” I turned to look at the screen, which was frozen on a frame of her standing over me, bloody and unconscious.

"Her name is Sasha and she's very tough." That very moment when Yuki mentioned that name made him froze. It can't be the same Sasha who kicked his balls. It just can't be!

I wasn’t sure if I would be able to keep quiet after all. “She knows better than to drink human blood,” he continued. I felt my body relax. He was talking about the blood sucking. Although a horrific act, I somehow found the topic more palatable at the moment. “In fact, I was surprised she’d done such a thing,” he said dismally. “Sasha is technically like me. She can easily survive on plant life and the blood of animals. She does not need human blood. She was not raised to drink human blood. I can only assume that she was acting out in defiance over what she considers my shaming her mother’s memory by being with you. I am so very sorry, my love. Had I realized this would happen, I would have

Sasha stopped in front of the raised stand and placed her hands on her hips. Long black hair ran down her back in inky black curls. She was barefoot and dressed in a simple dress that accentuated her curves. Her dark eyes flashed with determination as she stared at Paul. "She's not Pack," Sasha said. "She can never be Pack because she represents all that we fight against. She is one of them!" The noise of the crowd grew.

"Or were you planning for us to stay in those castoffs looking like your poor cousins?" "The remedy to your clothing dilemma will arrive at nightfall with Sasha." A low growl rumbled in Toni's head, and she couldn't help but ask, "Who's Sasha?" "Sheathe your claws, little wolf. Sasha is a friend of mine, almost like a daughter, you might say. She is also a vampire, which is why she won't arrive until shortly after dusk. I texted her this morning before resting. She will be bringing clothing for both of you, more cash for our travels, as well as sustenance for me."

Lyra’s POV. I wiggled around the chair trying to get off the ropes that bound me with the chair, anger and fear cursing through me as I stared at Xavier's dark deep orbs that exuded venom and the smug smile that spread against his lips. "Why are you doing this, Xavier?" I spat, firing my words at him like bullets. His smile grew wider. "You're just a pawn in a bigger game, Lyra. This is about Sage. Don’t worry princess, I may or may not hurt, so I won’t make any promises”

I reached out and gently touched her arm, running my fingers along the rope, feeling the tension in her muscles beneath the surface. Sasha recoiled at my touch, her bound hands pulling against the restraints. “Don’t touch me,” she spat, her voice low but filled with venom. I smirked. There she was. “There it is. That fire. You’ve still got a little fight left in you. Good. It’s more fun that way.” “I’m not scared of you,” she hissed, her voice wavering just enough to betray her lie. I laughed. A real, deep laugh this time. “Oh, Sasha… You always were a terrible liar.”

She scrutinized Sasha and said sarcastically, “Sasha, look at you. You’re Cinderella today. I thought you were still that Ugly Duckling back at school. Don’t tell me you’ve found a sugar daddy.” Misunderstood as someone clinging onto a rich man, Sasha’s face instantly blushed. She waved her hands anxiously and said, “No, it’s not like that! It’s nothing like that! My boss from Herbal Spring wants me to get some new clothes for work, so that I’d look better.”