Calamity Sasha Novels & Stories

I asked her, my glance fixed on her now. “Why would someone like her ever talk back at me? “I am the daughter of the alpha of the Red Moon pack; why is she just an outcast hybrid?” Addison said. “She dare not talk back at me if she wants to continue living, or else I would tear her apart right here and now,” Addison boasted. Sasha looked up at me. I could see tears pricking in the corner of her eyes, making me frown immediately. Why was she so weak that she couldn't stand up for herself?

Camilla asked, her voice low and controlled, but with an edge that suggested she wouldn't tolerate any failure. Peter nodded, his tone equally calm. "Yes, Luna. The girl is dead. She won't be causing any more trouble." Camilla allowed herself a small sigh of relief. She never expected the girl to have the audacity to try and reach Asher. But fate had been on her side—Asher had been away, and Camilla had swiftly dealt with the situation before it could spiral out of control. "Good," Camilla said, turning away from the fire to face Peter fully. "I didn't expect her to be so bold. Alpha Cassius failed to keep his promise."

Aerith was planning to pursue her modeling career and was also trying to find her biological mother, while Yama continued working at MI6 as Deputy Director. As for the five recruits—"I told you, Sasha, that investment is a scam!" Kalaya said, delivering a light knock on Sasha's head. Sasha pouted. "I've lost my money! Please adopt me!" Sasha pleaded, tugging at Kalaya's shirt hem. Kalaya rubbed her scalp in annoyance but eventually gave in; after all, Sasha was her woman. Sasha was eagerly trying to build her wealth through stock trading and investments, much like Kalaya. However, while Kalaya consistently saw profitable returns, Sasha struggled to achieve the same success.

Sasha nodded her head. “Why don’t you seem stressed by this? We might actually have to work endless shifts if there is an outbreak.” She felt her hairs already falling out just by thinking about it. “It will be a miracle if endless shifts will help.” Sasha said lightly. “What do you mean?” Sasha stared at her seriously. “There will be a heat wave soon… Well, that is what the media will call it. Rather than wasting time gathering information, you can help me design medical protocols. What do you say?”

"Sasha has made remarkable progress since being under our care. Her physical injuries have mostly healed, although she still cannot speak. The doctors assure us that in due time, she will overcome the trauma she has endured. Having family by her side will greatly aid her recovery. I will leave you alone." The realization slowly sank in for both father and daughter, reflecting on their faces. Sasha was alive. She had been brutally beaten by Franco, losing her ability to speak and walk. Left for dead, she was rescued by one of Franco's men, who then informed Dante. Dante had found the perfect facility, providing the best medical and psychological care money could buy. Over the years, Sasha had

That kid’s the reason Vincent Gray—the player who used to have women lined up—is now doing solo nights, trying to be decent. Thinking about Noah helped me cool down. I carried Sasha over to the glass wall at Kingsley Tower—the one that shows off the whole city skyline at night. I opened the curtains and gently set her down. She was still wriggling. “Uncle! Not here! Someone could look up and see us!” Sasha freaked out. I raised a brow. “What’s that supposed to mean, Sha?” Her cheeks turned cherry red. Ears too. Ha—so she really thought I was gonna bend her over with the skyline as the backdrop. Not gonna lie, the image turned me on too.

not anymore. “You both people are evil more than an evil! But that won’t stop me from fighting my rights.” She yelled back as she recovered her strength. She grabbed her bag and step forward and lunged at Jack who is standing right now at her front. Trying to protect Jack, Joan picked up the big crystal flower vase under the table and without thinking she hit Khlea on her head. Aghhh…blood gushes on Khlea’s head and her weak petite body fell down on the ground, completely lifeless. Just like that.

"And just so you know, it's not Stockholm syndrome. But you might have a bad case of hybristophilia." "Oh?" Marybeth frowned. She didn't know what she expected when she brought up Stockholm syndrome, but it certainly wasn't a psychology lecture. She felt like she was back in varsity, sitting through her Pysch 201 class. "Think about it, Austin is a suspected mob underboss and has likely murdered tons of people, but all you want to do is jump on him and ride his dick." Scarlett continued, an elated glimmer in her eyes as her words tumbled out faster than her brain could keep up. "You think you're the Bonnie to his Clyde."

Charlotte POV I was once told that if you follow your heart your life should never come with sorrow or pain, because you never let yourself or anyone do wrong to you. Man were they wrong. Not one person helped prepare me for the moment I’m supposed to hand myself over to the person that wants to kill me. What’s death anyways? Alex cares, I can tell by the way he looks at me that he doesn’t want me to go. I wasn’t expecting him to fall in love with me, honestly wasn’t expecting me to fall in love with him either. He’s charm is different from all the men I’ve seen or talked to. He’s tough, knows how to keep people out. I don’t know if he has other weaknesses but I’ve noticed that I’ve become o

’ Sasha, who had been standing outside Henry’s library whilst this conversation had been taking place, had turned around and been about to walk away when, to his disgust, he had suddenly heard his own name mentioned. ‘What wrong sort of people...?’ Henry had demanded of his stepmother ‘Well, Sasha Neville for a start... Oh, I know you count him as one of your friends, but he’s just one of your employees and…’ Henry had immediately exploded. ‘Sasha is a friend and, as for anything else, he happens to be far better born than either you or I, Belinda.’ ‘Really?’ had come back the acid retort. ‘He might be better born, Henry, but he still doesn’t have any money. Veronica is very much in danger o