Infamous Sasha Novels & Stories

"Am not crazy you know" "Issy, I know, I know,you aren't crazy" Sasha stammer. "Then tell me the truth,Don't lie to me,what are friends for"Isabelle pick up the knife. "Who's Poca? Who's Rosa Luiza Miazgar?What about Julia Basha miazgar?,l WANT THE TRUTH" Sasha stagger backward gulping. "I told you..." "Have I ever hesitated to kill anyone?" Sasha shook her head. "Thanks for the confidence in me,speak up"

“Younger brother? I don’t even know you even if I’m grateful that you feed me even after trying to kill me.” Sasha blinked and realised that she hadn't introduced herself. With a quick command, she shared her character profile information with Zen who memorised it quickly. === Name: Sasha “Two Shots” Angeloff Age: 16 Abilities: High Mobility Sniping Credits: 3,500 Items: NA Rank: 56 === Rank 56? “You were clearly skilled. Rank 56?” Sasha scratched her cheek nervously and looked away. “Let’s forget about it for now. Anyways, eat up. Treat this as my payment, I still have many questions to ask you!”

That name had died for me years ago, along with one night in Brera and two rings on a hardwood floor. Now I was Sasha Rivera again. Thirty years old. Founder of the firm I built from nothing, out of a cramped rental office in West Hollywood with one broken printer, two best friends more loyal than most families, and morning sickness that had nearly made me throw up all over a tray of travertine samples.

I asked, my voice reflecting relief at her return and a sense of urgency to understand her absence. Sasha's gaze met mine, and her expression mirrored the weight of her words. "I apologise for my disappearance, Luna Isla," she began, her voice filled with seriousness. "I had to investigate some crucial information regarding the warlock." My brows furrowed with curiosity and concern. "What did you find out?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. Sasha took a deep breath, her eyes briefly glancing at my mother before focusing on me again. "It seems there is more to this warlock than we initially thought," she revealed. "He has ties within our pack, including someone who may be supporting h

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.

No one could save Sasha now. It was a shame that the innocent and pretty girl ran into Rhys today. They knew what would happen to Sasha at the hands of Rhys. No one dared to speak up against Rhys’ indecent behavior in broad daylight. “Sasha is your name? It’s beautiful. You can use it as your stage name.” Rhys did not care what others thought about him. As Sasha shivered in fear, Rhys stood proud at his decision to slap the sales representative. He gave Sasha’s cheek a squeeze and said with a lewd smile, “Trust me. Get in bed with me, and I’ll treat you right. I’ll make you a star.”

I just didn’t know. “Where is Sasha now?” he asked almost too quietly. “In some sort of vampire prison,” I said. “I’m not sure where.” “Well, he’s a vampire with principles. That’s good to know. Does he know she raped you?” he said so matter-of-factly that it took a few moments for them to register. I gasped aloud. “That was wrong!” “I’ve warned you several times that you’re broadcasting. It’s not my fault,” he said defensively.

Petra stared at Sasha with wide eyes anticipating whatever idea she had. Her idea got her into this mess, it would probably get her out of it. “Some drum rolls please.” “Sasha please, now's not the time,” Petra replied. She understood that Petra was simply trying to get her to lighten up, but the only thing on her mind was how to get out of the mess she had gotten herself into. Sasha's face straightened into an emotionless one. “Okay, I'll be serious now. You know I have embarrassing pictures and videos I can use to blackmail you, right?”

, Bartimaeus muttered. "She was acting, well yes, even I can see that, now. But how do you know?" Sasha asked searching the room for any additional hidden routes. Bartimaeus hummed, "She didn't sound different the whole time she spoke, I mean her pitch, not the sudden transformation from strict formidable grandmotherly persona into apparently crazy psychopathic serial-killer", he added still shocked. "I wonder why she wasn't found out before though? No one is that good an actor", he looked around the room and walked towards the desk searchingly. "Then again, it wouldn't have. She's a pathological liar", he hummed. "Her entirety is made up of lies", he answered simply.

“Then tell me.” He sighed. “Alexandro is a powerful Alpha, no doubt. He commands loyalty and strength. But that strength has come at a cost. He’s ruled through dominance, fear, and an unwavering pride. He’s stubborn to the point of recklessness. Wars have been fought because he refused to negotiate. People have died because he didn’t want to appear weak.” Serena’s throat tightened. “You think I don’t know he’s stubborn? He doesn’t always share his feelings, and yes, he shuts people out. But he’s not heartless.”