Sasha Attwood Novels & Stories

He was gently running his hand all over her body. All were still mingling around until Sasha noticed something sneaky. She was sitting with the big men, puffing shesha, weed, cocaine, and every drug ever known to them. Each one of them had one thing or another they loved taking. Sasha was the most observant of them all. She was good at studying attire, even when she might seem to be interested in a particular thing. While she was studying your attire, movements, and steps, She was fast enough to notice some of the guys around them now were mostly in black attire. Mostly, especially black boots, were now everywhere, unlike when they first came in.

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

The cook, Anastasiy, and the head of the housekeepers, Martha. When I get to know them, these people are not so bad. Sasha comes with a fleece covering my back. “I don’t want holes in my chest.” I laugh, shaking my head. “You know he’s just joking, right?” He looks at me. “No. When it comes to you, he doesn’t joke.” “You’re kidding.” I stare at him in shock. “I wish.” Sasha also has an almost perfect American accent, which he grew up with and studied in the States.

She turns her gaze toward the audience, including all of us in her confidence. “I never travel without my diary. One should always have something sensational to read in the train.” A small, knowing smile curls her lips. She stops. “Is that all?” Mrs. Cetera asks. “No.” “Then continue. You are really doing well.” “I know that,” Sasha replies with cool arrogance. “But I decided to stop because I want to. You can see I don’t need an audition to get the role. I was born to be Gwendolen.” With a dramatic swirl, she turns and walks off the stage, leaving a heavy silence in her wake.

Sasha gasped, trying to free herself from Emmett who had grabbed her by the neck and was choking her. " I'm going to fucking kill you if you don't speak up" " I don't know " She cried " I was forced to leave him, so I have no idea where he is! I swear, I don't know " " If something happens to her, not only will your entire life be over, but I'll ensure you suffered everything she was put through " Emmett threatened. He pushed Sasha away and she fell on the floor helplessly. He left the apartment, the moment he stepped out of the building, he was being swarmed by a crowd of fans. Ashton manages to move past them and get into his car, there are flashes of camera, he knows that the pictures wou

Atlas offered me his wrist and I sank my fangs into his wrist to renew my strength. "I heard what happened at the challenges. Gallum was a coward and has a spot in hell with your brother," he said firmly. Lowering my eyes I sealed my bite and thanked him. "Thanks, you have excellent taste in clothes as well as blood!" Atlas tilted his head and told me he helped dress Sasha as well. Narrowing my eyes at him I asked if he had seen her nude. He smirked and shrugged.

***Sasha*** She was still going through emails when Bob knocked on her door. She had barely been able to stop thinking about Padens and do something useful. "A minute please, I'm coming," she said and was happy her voice was heard. Sasha dropped her laptop from on her bed and cursed under her breath. She prayed it was not Mathew because she had no explanation for not being able to attend his prayer sessions as she had promised.

“I did. Nothing backfired. And it went well. I can even consider it a successful meeting.” “You’re insane,” she hissed, stepping closer. “You think you can just walk into her life, into his world, and expect no one to notice? You think Xavier won’t figure it out? Do you really believe that he is going to fall for this?” “I went as Lorenzo D’Amaris. I’m an investor, nothing more. Xavier doesn’t even know I exist.” I said calmly. “He doesn’t know that I am back in the city just yet. And you’ve made it your mission to stay around him long enough, you know him more than anyone around here. You know that if he was aware of who I was, the men that he had stationed outside her office would have com

Even if the copycat killer kills, he must have a special weapon to copy the vampire's technique but Atlas didn't have any of that other than a rusty dagger. Sasha abruptly stood up from the chair, making it fall back on the floor as it made a loud thud noise. A knock on the door had her head snapping in that direction. Her pupils throbbed as she stared at the door. Her jaw clenched but she immediately swallowed her emotions and ambled towards the door. She opened it and came face to face with him. He was peering down at her.

“You don’t need to stay behind alone.” Serena shook her head. “I won’t be alone. Kiara will be here. And I need the space, Alexandro. You’ve been watching me like I’m a subject in your experiment. Asking me about powers, urging me to reach out to a wolf I barely understand. It’s like you care more about what I am than who I am.” “That’s not true,” he said sharply.