Calamity Sasha Novels & Stories

“Well, they fucking did, Callum. They did.” My eyes dart to the object in my hand. It’s a picture. My heart pounds furiously, a storm of emotions swirling inside me—rage, disbelief, fear. My hands shake as I stare at it, piecing together the horrifying truth. “You didn’t have a fucking kid when you came to work for Dante. You never mentioned it!” My voice rises, trembling with fury. How could she hide something so monumental? Sasha’s bitter laugh echoes in the room, sharp and filled with anguish. “Because I didn’t have her! Something else you caused, Callum. I might have escaped, but I had to leave her behind.”

Nathan says. “Let’s not forget how they made out in front of everyone after she was dead,” Penelope says. “Or that Alpha ordered Camila’s body to be thrown out into the woods and left for scavengers,” Olivia adds. “Maybe we can work with this. The entire pack knows that Samson was going feral. Maybe we can say both of them have lost it,” I say. “Camila tried that, it didn’t work,” Nathan says. “She didn’t have a lot of time. Start planting the seeds. Make it seem like your nervous, that it feels like it did before Reagan arrived when we could never be sure if Alpha was going to attack someone.”

His silhouette was changing, shifting into something monstrous. “Alex?” she whispered, her voice breaking. And then the cabin exploded in a blinding flash of light, throwing her and Ethan to the ground as the world around them went black. Sasha’s ears rang as she struggled to lift her head, her body trembling from the force of the explosion. Smoke and ash clouded the air, and the once-solid cabin was now a fiery ruin. “Ethan?” she rasped, coughing as her lungs protested the acrid smoke. She squinted, trying to find him through the haze.

However, it's sufficient to make me a target. Despite her injuries, Sasha's touch is steady as she takes hold of my arm. "I apologize, Jerry," she says softly. "I believed the cartel had information about Damon's intentions. I was unaware that it would be a trap. My eyes flash red as I pull away. My voice breaks as I say, "You keep dragging me into this crap." "This comes after your fake death. Sasha, what comes next? It still hurts to see her fall in a pool of blood after her staged "death," only to discover that it was a hunter's ruse to entice Damon's pack. Even though my heart wants to trust her, I'm not sure I can because it broke me.

She scolded the man because he was swerving. "I'm panicking, we might get hit by a gunshot!" Sasha exchanged shots again from the open window. Two riders on a motorcycle were chasing them and also managed to dodge the bullet of her gun. The two camps seemed indifferent to the civilians and motorists because of the exchange of fire. Sasha quickly pulled out the phone when it rang. Her friend called and gave instructions where they were going. "Turn right!" Sasha suddenly ordered Dexter. Dexter quickly followed her order when he saw the cross road. But he made a big mistake.

Giving small whimpers and yelping to warn her to slow down the small pup glanced back at me and her eyes widened in horror. Turning my head back I lowered myself as my hackles raised at the red-eyed asshole balancing himself on a tree branch above us. “Why isn't he giving off a scent?!” I questioned Stormy. “He is a highborn bloodsucker and that is one of his gifts,” she snarled bitterly as I backed up blocking Sasha. Seeing the glint of metal and then hearing the cock of the gun he held I blocked Sasha. Feeling static electricity growing in the atmosphere I quickly turned to see Sasha glowing completely and shook my head at her right before she burst into a bright supernova knocking me back

Very far from Moretti Holdings, capital partners, legal exposure, and the man in the charcoal suit currently digging through the first year of our lives like it was vacant land he could buy. I turned off my phone. Then turned it back on because apparently denial couldn’t even survive five full seconds. I opened Athena’s contact and called her. She answered on the third ring. The first thing I heard wasn’t a greeting, but the sound of a keyboard and the sharp breath of someone reading something while actively resisting the urge to swear in three different languages. “Sasha?” “I’m keeping my voice down,” I whispered, moving away from the living room toward the side of the kitchen near the pant

"How shameful, Alpha Asher will hear of this. He will not take kindly to you disrespecting his mate." Chelsea paled, most likely recalling the horrible rumors that surrounded Asher. Rumors where he killed brutally and without mercy, rumors where he'd take prisoners for the slightest infractions and never let them see the light of day. Little did Chelsea know, most of the rumors were true, but they only told half of the story. Asher was brutal, dominate, and fought with a ferocity that made most men pale in comparison. He was also selfless, brave, and would do anything and everything for his people. Every act of brutality, every cruel action had been for the benefit and safety of his pack. Wh

“I was about five minutes away from picking out a casket. I was leaning toward mahogany, but then I thought, no, Zosia’s a stripper, she’d want something with a built-in smoke machine and a tip jar.” I laughed, though it didn’t reach my eyes. Sasha was my best friend and the club’s lead underground medic. She’d seen the worst the wolf world had to offer, but I’d never seen her this rattled. “I’m okay, Sash. I swear. A stranger caught me. I had to get him out.” Sasha let go of me, her eyes narrowing as she scanned me with clinical ruthlessness. She reached out and plucked a stray piece of golden glitter from my temple.