Sasha Attwood Novels & Stories

The proposal arrives on slide seven. SASHA VOLKOV. Twenty-six. Russian-American. Fitness model and influencer with four million followers and the kind of social media presence that looks effortless in the way that only extremely expensive things look effortless. Victoria presents her the way a real estate agent presents a property, with all the dimensions, amenities, and market value, and the amenity she’s selling is Sasha’s ability to stand beside Rhys at public events and look like something sponsors want to invest in.

I did not let my anger show on my face. ​"My name is Sasha Miller, Miss Kendrick," I said, keeping my voice perfectly flat and calm. "I am a certified sports nutritionist with a master's degree in human physiology. My body size has nothing to do with my ability to fix your brother's nutritional deficits, and it has nothing to do with our arrangement."

He shrugged at me and I thanked him as I made my last few notes. I turned to Peter and welcomed him. He gave him a grunt in reply as it was obvious that he didn't want to be here. I asked him a few of the same questions that I asked Argus, such as why he wanted a breeder - kids -, why he got rid of her - age - and if he still sees or has something to do with his children - yes. "You sent your breeder, Atasha, to the breeder flats when she reached 50 and it was proven by the pack doctor that Anna had reached menopausal age meaning she could no longer provide you with children. Did you feel bad about doing this?"

Adjusting her already stained shirt, Melissa mustered the resolve to approach Sasha's office. Upon reaching the door, Melissa lightly tapped on it, and a voice from within beckoned her to come in. Stepping into the office, she found Sasha Phillips seated inside. Sasha, despite being in her 40s, exuded beauty. Her plump figure, round face with rosy lips, and short, curvy brown hair gave her a distinct charm. She wore a white sunflower dress. "Melissa, my dear, thank goodness you're here," Sasha exclaimed with a warm smile.

Carter smirked, showing me his phone. “We have him lured into our trap, for now” Carter said, his tone calmer than his usual excited one, a more devious one taking over it “Natasha is doing her job well with keeping him coming, but we will need a little more than just a few girls at a hooker bar”

“What are you planning?” Sasha leaned in, her voice dropping to a low, deadly whisper. “I’m going to make them pay. They spilled Ethan’s blood, and now I’m going to spill theirs. Let’s just say… I’m about to unleash a side of me that even Ethan hasn’t seen.” Big Tom nodded slowly, something akin to respect in his eyes. “What do you need from me?” Sasha’s mind was already working, formulating the plan that had been brewing ever since she heard the name Dean Hooper. “I need you to back me up. No questions asked.”

Marks pov I shifted to the back of my cell nervously; It took a lot to make me nervous but the dark look she got on her face was making me shiver. How could a woman that's so beautiful look so deadly all of a sudden? I asked myself and looked over at Raven to see if he felt the same as me. He was standing with his arms crossed over his chest and a smirk on his face; oh he was loving this side of her. I wanted to facepalm myself, because off course he would love it, stupid Russian loves torturing bad people and the sadist in him was loving this. I shook my head and gazed back over to her when more people filled the outside of the cells, this wasn't going to end well. She just kept standing th

’ he asked as if Sasha wasn’t standing right next to me. ‘Yes, why? Do you?’ I asked, playing the simpleton. Sasha chuckled quietly next to me extending his hand out to Chris. ‘Nice to meet you’ Sasha said politely, completely misreading the situation. ‘Are you a fan of Avery’s show?’ he asked with a genuine smile that warmed me inside out. Chris, too stunned to speak at being addressed by a hockey god, shook his head in disgust. ‘Oh, how do you two know each other then’ he asked looking at me with a questioning glance.

I also had a beautiful sandals and socks on my feet. It is morning already, and sooner or later, I'll be called out to head to school with Hutton. "Lena, it's annoying to see you smile. I hope you already have plans to elope from school. Xander must not kill you!" She shrieked, with her voice sounding like she would cry. "He will fall for me," I muttered with a chuckle while she hissed, burying her face in her palm... "You have never met him. His heart is dark, and he hates love. He kills without restraint, and rumor has it that he has already killed his mate. I'll beg Hutton not to do this!" She sniffed, standing up from the bed.

She extended her right hand and added, "My name is Sasha. Sasha Romero." Adam looked at her hand for a second. After some hesitation, he also extended his right hand and replied, "Adam. Ocampo." Their hands touched, and Sasha felt sparks and warmth travelled seamlessly inside her body. She liked--no, loved--the way his strong hand covered her slender, soft palm. To prevent herself from getting too distracted with his beauty, she continued with their conversation. "So, what are the majors you've been looking at?"