Connie X Sasha Novels & Stories

Sasha was wearing black boots that added two to three inches to her height. 'What are you all doing here?' Cassandra asked while wiping her tears behind her eye glasses. She had difficulty seeing anything with her glasses off. ' What do you think, you b*tch?' Sasha snickered at Cassandra. She was already thinking the worst out of this situation. Her mother wasn't staying home this time of the week. She was out of town on a date with her new French boyfriend. And the only person she told this about is her boyfriend. That only means one thing, he told them when to attack her alone. 'Now girls, I don't want to be a part of this. And call me when you get finished.' he said and went past Cassandr

Sasha's Repost was the last one to be relised due to the sensitive nature of it. “Sasha Daniels was the current girlfriend of Mr. Nickels and had gone missing the same day she filed a restraining order ageinst Mr. Nickel after a he had attacked Miss Daniels the night of Augest 12" the sine changed to Detective Harris speacking to the press "We belive that Mr. Nickels was aware that Miss Daniels was four months pregnant at the time of her death. When quetioned Mr.Nickels stated that he had blacked out and wasnt aware of what he had done" the sine changed again to the now candel lite sidwalk of the Daniels residance "Stephani Finnagen was able to speck with Miss Daniels Close friend Sofia Ande

Speaking of the devil, the doorbell rang once again. Sasha, Miles' second wife, showed up. She was dressed in all white. She wore a cashmere coat, beret, and a scarf, with her hair done straight and simple. Although she was married, she looked incredibly fresh and youthful. "Hello, Grandpa Connor and Grandma Katie," Sasha greeted them politely. She then walked in and called for Miles. "I heard that Grandpa Connor and Grandma Katie aren't used to staying over. Did you send them back, Miles?"

And honestly, I wasn't sure how I felt about it. "Yes, you are." Sage remarked "And it's OK to be scared. It's OK to fear the unknown." She comforted me and all I could do was nod. Nod at Knox, at Kane and at my Wolf. "Who are you?" Connie asked, interrupting the bonding moment we all were sharing, her tone grinding on me as she laced it with fake charm but very real desire. Rolling my eyes. I looked at Chase, knowing he would fall for her bullshit like every other male did! After all, who could resist Connie? He would probably fall head over heels and into her fucking bed.

Of course like always she was wearing her t-shirt with alexanders face printed on it paired with black jeans. Sasha was wearing a brown pleated skirt. Her top was a cream color camisole then she wore a cardigan to finish the look. “And what about you Sasha?” I said. While waiting patiently for Sasha’s reply I comb through my hair. She replied with “Well there is something that happened”. My jaw and Belinda’s just dropped then immediately shouts “then please do tell”. Straight lock on Sasha. Eagerly waiting on the story that was going to be better than any news flash in the television or radio. “I got a boo…boy…boo...Bo…boyfriend”. She stuttered while saying it.

Fuck , really? Sasha is a crackhead. She's addicted to crack and was later admitted to rehab. She's a freak and a drug addict. Her mom is Aisha , Sinclair's present wife. They got married few years after Ariana , Sinclair's girlfriend got shot in a Mafia war with the Russians. Then Vladimir's father was in charge of the mafia. According to the story Ariana's daughter was just two years old. The kids no more. After Gray fucked his ass , he got engaged to Aisha , Sasha's mom. Sasha's real father is dead. So Sasha isn't worth talking about. She's a freak and can never lead Sinclair's organization with her shitty attitude. Always like to hit on me and would sneak into my room to watch me sleep.

Sasha added as Nolan rolled his eyes and watched them talk about his baby to their heart's content. SASHA ARMSTRONG - cousin of Nolan Armstrong, CEO of spring, Rude as fuck, Face of luxurious Lifestyle, queen of sass. 'But of course, Nolan will never bring a troll home". Serenity chipped in. She sat next to Sasha as they teased Nolan hand in hand. SERENITY ARMSTRONG - cousin of Nolan Armstrong. CEO of beauty falls, Legendary supermodel, Face of Los Angeles beauties, Rude as fuck, intimidating, and arrogant.

"If you hadn't been there—" "Lawrence." Sasha's voice from the doorway. She'd come back without Irina hearing her and was standing in the doorway with her jacket still on and her phone in her hand and the expression of a woman who had heard exactly enough of a conversation to know what it was. "Sasha—" "Neo was ambushed," Sasha said. "By people connected to a criminal network that has been dismantled by federal authorities. That is what happened today." She held Lawrence's gaze. "If you have something to say that isn't that, I'd suggest saving it."

Maya turned, her gaze meeting ours as almost like she had felt our presence. “Do you want to say hello?” I asked. Sasha smirked, her fingers brushing slowly around the diamond that adorned her neck, “It would be rude if we didn’t, and don’t you think so?” I smiled, “Very rude,” She led the way and I followed like her disciple. I had created a monster and I wasn’t scared of it. The Conrads had tried to tame her down, but that was their mistake, Sasha Hawkins isn’t a woman to be tied down. She is a bird meant to be out there, free and happy. And I was going to give her the field to explore.

“We are exact opposites. I’m outgoing, Terrence is an introvert. I struggle in class, she is the study group phenom. I eat steak for breakfast and she’s vegan. We make no sense on paper but I wouldn’t trade her for the world.” I realize I’m still holding on to Terrence’s hand and quickly let it go, but the twin pink spots of color on her cheeks don’t escape my notice. She’s probably embarrassed for me. Thinks I’m a sad old man who gets turned on by a handshake. “Sounds like you two are quite a team.” “Yeah,” Terrence murmurs, her attention falling briefly to my throat, lingering there long enough to make me swallow hard. “We are.” “Is that Bryce from the debate team?” Sasha asks, half to her