Sasha Banks Cameo Novels & Stories

STRAIGHT TALK DANIEL’S POV Sasha’s voice cut through the noise, smooth and familiar, and I saw Neo’s shoulders drop before he even turned around. “Sasha?” he said, smiling. She crossed the studio floor in a tan coat and boots that looked like they cost more than my paycheck, her energy filling the space before she even spoke. Cameras were being packed up, crew scattering, but somehow it felt like all the light in the room had shifted to her—brown glowy skin with afro hair that screamed with class.

BAILEE “What in the twilight zone is going on right now?” Lacey muttered as sweat beaded on my skin from the wave of heat that crashed over me. “No. There’s no way.” “Excuse me?” I whispered, and Sasha clapped her hands together as she celebrated. Her oversized rings clanged together as she bounced, but I put my hand behind me to reach for anything I could use to stabilize myself and falling short. “Isn’t it so exciting?” “Not really,” Lacey muttered, moving to my side and placing her hand on my back. “Is that why you came here? A bit cruel, don’t you think?”

"Including me." Claire panicked as she didn't have a card. Abraham was going to seriously embarrass her if some miracle didn't happen. "So , before I call the police, why are you here, Claire?" "Because I invited her, you sick fuck." Sasha's voice cut across the room. Everyone turned to watch her stride over with her arms already open. Claire exhaled… the kind that unknots your whole chest at once. They hugged in front of Abraham, who stood there looking like exactly what he was: a man who had made himself the fool in front of a room full of people.

Lana~ “Do you have the silver hoops? I need it for my dress, it would look magnificent.” Sasha bursts into my room, already dressed and and missing a earring. My eyes sweeped over her Look, a smile making it was to my lips. "Whoo.” I whistled, watching Sasha’s face burn bright pink. She had a short blue dress that settled just below her ass, showing a lot more cleavage. Her hair was rolled and brushed down, lips coated in red.

Clearly Dasha's party reject closet. Saskia hopped up on a pile of chairs and crossed her legs, showing Shaun that she was wearing a pair of knee length tights beneath her tulle-heavy pink ball gown. "What's up, doc?" Saskia asked, then burst into a fit of giggles. Shaun raised an eyebrow in amusement. "Have you been waiting long with that one?" "Pretty much since the moment you arrived." Shaun smiled at the joke, then grew serious. "I need to know where you got that burner phone from."

Sasha said smoothly, her lips curving like she already knew what buttons to press. I gave a small, professional smile. “Thank you, Sasha. It’s great to be here.” “Top three, huh?” she leaned in, her glossy brown eyes gleaming. “How does it feel to be standing shoulder to shoulder with names like Sabrina Blake and Gwen Rodriguez?” “It’s surreal. A lot of hard work, sleepless nights, and sacrifice… but I’m honored. Those women are powerhouses.” "And now, you're one of them," Sasha said, before sipping her tea—literally and figuratively.

“Sasha Armstrong, could you please join me?” The spotlight shifted to the table where Sasha was sitting. She looked surprised, her eyes wide. Slowly, she rose from her seat, her beautiful dress shimmering under the lights. She smiled at me, her steps graceful as she made her way to the front. Just as Sasha was halfway to the podium, a loud crash echoed through the hall causing everyone to turn. I stood at the edge of the podium, staring in shock as a middle-aged man fought with the bouncers at the front entrance.

Thankfully, Imogen does not remember anything about the incident and I hope it would remain that way. The bathroom door creaked open behind me. Sasha walked in, towel pressed to her damp hair. She froze when she saw me, then smiled like this was just another morning after a party. Like she had not tried to kill someone last night. In that moment she looked just like her father, Robert Padalecki. It didn’t matter that Sasha took her mother’s maiden name, West, she was just as evil as her father. “Mason,” she said, her voice light. “I didn’t hear you come in.”

Our place looked dark and I felt a sting of fear inside of me as I rushed up the stairs and into our apartment. “Sadie?” I shouted out and I heard nothing. “Surprise!” I heard from behind me. I almost jumped out of my skin as I turned to see Sadie and Tyler standing behind me. Sadie was holding a cake full of candles. I ran into Sadies arms almost causing her to drop the cake. “What’s wrong?” She asked. “I was scared. It was dark and you didn't answer me when I came in.” She just smiled at me. “I just wanted to do something nice for your birthday.” She said and I kissed her.

she greeted smoothly, her voice slicing through the silence like a knife through taut wire. Her silhouette loomed closer. Recognition tugged uncomfortably at my chest. It had been years since I’d last seen Sasha. Not since the silver-laced containment facility. “You,” I managed to whisper, though my throat felt tight. “What are you doing here?” Sasha arched a perfectly shaped brow, a smirk tugging at the edges of her lips. “I could ask you the same thing,” she replied, her tone carrying a slight lilt of amusement. “I thought I smelled something... familiar.”