Sasha Banks Cameo Novels & Stories

Frowning, Samson stared quizzically between the two ladies. Something wasn't right, he probably thought. However, he seemed to have absolutely no idea on what was going on. "Well, too bad. I'd love to continue chatting but we need to go home." Sasha stood up, fixing the big, black shirt she was wearing. She liked it because it hid her growing bump pretty well. "Home?" Claire flushed. "Yeah, that's what I said." Sasha huffed a small laugh, imagining the ideas lurching in Claire's mind as though she lived in it. Perhaps Samson had become her lover in the her psyche. How silly!

Need to see her. ME: What’s the time? She sends a smirk emoji. Sasha: Text me your address and I’ll be there with your suit. I know you probably have something to wear, but I want you to match me. ME: Do I get a say in this? Sasha: No. I shake my head, a small smile soaring to my mouth as I send her my address. ~ Sasha arrives at my place only thirty minutes later. In a car. That’s right; she came in a white Honda with a chauffeur behind the wheels.

Sasha said lost in her thoughts “You will be fine” Dean said hugging her “I don’t think so.” Sasha replied, her eyes looking like she was in a trance “After his death, I don’t think I would ever remain the same. What brought you here?” She asked Dean "I came to tell you that Amanda’s been discharged from the hospital. She… she wants to see you." Dean replied

And because the team was here too. He passed Luke and Will, camped out near the bar with beers in hand, their laughter punching through the music. Don and Ty were locked in a tactical debate near a support column—scotch in one hand, animated gestures in the other. Lisa raised her glass. Jack returned the gesture and moved on. He found Stacey near the balcony, alone. She stood by the railing, framed by the city lights glittering on the Brisbane River. Her dress was black, sleek, and minimal. Her hair was down for the first time he could remember. No badge. No weapon. Just her—and whatever ghosts she carried.

I just need to grab what I came for and get to the stadium, where I honestly should’ve been since this morning, watching my man play. “Oh, look who I ran into.” The moment I hear that familiar high-pitched voice behind me, my stomach twists. I don’t need to turn around to know who it is. Some sounds just haunt you. Still, I do. Sasha. She’s smiling like she won something when she speaks again. “And we’re even matching.” My gaze drifts down. Of course. Kai’s jersey, hacked into a crop top, the blue is faded. “I wouldn’t call it matching,” I state. “Different shade. Different cut. And yours is a replica.”

Austin then glanced over his shoulder and looked at Sasha, frowning when he saw she looked a bit down. "I'm going to play Cupid!" She told Josh and turned on her heel and a little unsteadily made her way over to Austin. She bumped into a few people on the way and quickly apologised. "Austin!" She said brightly. "Sorry to interrupt guys," she said to his friends and smiled sheepishly. "But I'm here to play Cupid." "You can play Cupid with me anytime," one of the guys said and Austin hit his shoulder. "I'm good thanks," Brooklyn smiled and turned to Austin. "Sasha," she said.

, because mehn, the dude looked so hot with his messy hair that I felt the urge to drag him back into the room and ride on him all over again. “ Miss Banks, how're you doing?” He said, slowly itching closer as if he was walking on breaking ice. “ I'm good, how about you?” Sasha replied. “ I'm doing…… well, as you can see, I am in your house”, he said sarcastically, forcing Sasha and I to chuckle. “ It's really nice to meet you after all these years”, Sasha said, sounding a little bit emotional. “ Same here. Just that I would've preferred it if it was under other circumstances than this”, he said.

Sasha took out her phone tearfully and held it up in front of Dad and Cameron. It was the live broadcast of a press conference. My corpse was on the screen. My eyes were shut tightly, and my corpse was pallid gray. Sasha had helped me put on my favorite floral-patterned dress. However, I was just too thin. I was so thin that I looked skeletal. It was terrifying to look at, and there was no beauty in my appearance at all.

E: Calm down Roman, she'll arrive in due time. Sasha mingled with the other guests and had plans to dance the sexy samba with her beloved. He looked very distracted when a certain someone entered the scene with his best beta, Jaxson. Sasha's eyes darted darkly at the rude girl who didn't look quite like a peasant tonight.

“And good morning, Sasha. My goodness, is that a new dress?” Sasha twirled proudly, holding out the hem of her pale-yellow sundress. “Mama picked it.” “I can tell,” Lina cooed, leaning over the desk. “You look like sunshine today.” Sasha grinned, basking in the attention. As we crossed the lobby, it was the same everywhere. Hardened men in black tactical uniforms who’d been trained to break bones without blinking softened visibly at the sight of her. “Good morning, Princess,” one of them rumbled, dropping into a crouch to offer her a fist bump.