Mikasa X Sasha Novels & Stories

Summer pointed to the inside of the car, and it was comical how all three guys bent to check what she was talking about, bumping heads in the process. "Ow!" They all exclaimed, making Summer and I laugh. "Hey there, Rochelle! I'm Eli, that's Westley, and that's Cash," Eli introduced. He's the blonde, and the black haired guy is Westley. "Cash? As in the guy who kicked everyone out on Saturday?" I asked. " You were there?" They all asked me, Summer included.

Seriously, how old were these people? "Who do I look like?" Sasha asked. "Grace." Makaria answered. "I'm Sasha, not Grace." "I know, you are Sasha," Makaria said with a soft smile. The guards immediately came rushing into the celebration and intended to attack Makaria. Everyone else was also on high alert, ready to attack her anytime soon. Rayla looked anxious but Makaria was calm like water. Before the guards could attack her, Sasha raised her hand stopping them. They immediately halted on their steps, watching her with a frown. Makaria smiled at her and Sasha at the moment felt no bad energy radiating out of her.

Now mind you he is my fake husband but ill be damned if she will disrespect me in my own fake home. “Welcome Mr. Merrick and your new wife. I am Sasha. Your other personal assistant here at One fifty-seven.” She doesn’t even look at me when she calls me the wife. She has jet black hair down her back in a sleek ponytail. Red lips and green eyes. Her body is amazing and actually looks natural. She looks like the type he would go for. Hell, she looks like what I dressed up as for the sex club. My master sure liked it. Why wouldn’t this manwhore next to me. I take my glass and lean into Rowan.

A voice that was supposed to be holy, saying things that still make my skin crawl. I drag myself back to the present before it pulls me under. I already crawled out of that place, I'm not going back. Sasha drops from the bar and lands with the kind of silent control that makes me want to mess up his wardrobe, just for sport. He wipes his hand on his shorts and doesn't even glance in my direction. Or m aybe he is looking at me, and he’s just too good at pretending he’s not.

I waited for the tender to bring the drink I had ordered for. As she poured the drink, she narrowed her eyes as if she had seen me somewhere before. “Are you Luca, by any chance?” she asked carefully. “Who am I to owe this pleasure of knowing my name?” I said at her. “I’m Sasha, Serena’s friend,” she said, stretching her hand forward for a handshake. I took her hands in mine. The moment we shook, I saw her pupils dilating to pure white. She looked like she was having a seizure but from she chants she gave out, I knew that wasn’t a seizure.

87 ANNALISE The tension in the air was thick as Nula raised her hand. Her gesture was clear. Lemuel, the captain of the pack, stepped forward, his voice booming with authority. “We surrender! Lower your weapons!” The pack obeyed without hesitation, their eyes shifting nervously from Marcus to Nula. I could feel their fear, but it was a different kind of fear than before—this was the fear of the unknown. Would Marcus retaliate? Marcus transformed, his muscles rippling under his dark fur. He let out a furious roar that echoed through the clearing. The sound sent chills down my spine. With one swift movement, he charged at Nula, his claws extended.

I gasp. Next to that is a flash drive. Micah rushes into the room. "Cher, what is wrong I..." he sees the mess on the floor, and his body stills. Picking up the piece of skin, his face darkens as his other fists clench. "McAllister has Kenji," he growls. "Where's his daughter, let's send him back a souvenir!" "Micah, stop!" I place my hands on his chest. "I'm angry too, but we aren't going to carve up Sasha. She's a friend."

“You—” Nico’s hand shot up, stopping him. “Enough.” Mazzo turned on him. “And you, Maretti—you think I don’t see what this is? You kill your father, claim his throne, and now you’re her lapdog. The DeLucas killed your old man’s men, your brother, and you’re sitting here smiling like this is peace?” Sasha arrived first, flanked by Vince and Marco, their weapons hidden but their posture spelling war. Her coat was heavy wool, dark enough to pass for mourning. It wasn’t a costume. Grief had become her uniform now.

While… I guess that made sense then. “Shoot, I promised Maria a dance,” Sasha said just then. “And I think she’s coming to collect.” A woman in a glittering bikini was making her way towards us. The bikini was 1950s style, like a pin up girl. “Talk later?” Sasha said, directed at me. “Promise we’ll have a drink together?” Nodding, Sasha smiled, then rolled off to meet Maria. “She seems nice,” I said. “She is,” Luigi replied.

Sasha smirked, watching Lina leave before making her way to the hospital's rear entrance. The area was deserted. She calmly wore her mask and arrived punctually for her meeting with Kasey. The cafe adjacent to the hospital was tranquil, with Kasey already seated by a window. Spotting Sasha, she waved enthusiastically. Sunlight poured through the window, casting an unusual gleam on Sasha's golden mask, which seemed to dazzle Kasey. "Sasha..." Kasey began hesitantly, "When can we do the compatibility test?"