Sasha Blouse Novels & Stories

My boyfriend, Callum Fletcher, is bringing me to meet his parents, but the venue is picked out by his childhood friend, Sasha Mercer. Sasha arrives fashionably late to the local steakhouse, where she gives Callum a playful punch. "I just mentioned it on a whim yesterday, but you actually held the gathering here? Vivian might get upset, you know." Callum gives her a teasing glance as he wipes down her utensils. "Vivian wouldn't mind that. She's not like you. You've been petty since we were kids." Sasha's face turns red, and she retorts in a small voice, "Who are you calling petty?" Callum's mother, Brenda Hayes, simply smiles as she watches them banter. She eagerly nudges the basket of di

"Well, well, well! Look who decided to show up!" Sasha glided up to us, looking insanely extravagant in a massive, heavy royal gown of blood-red velvet, covered in sparkling diamonds and gold chains. Her hair was styled into an elaborate high crown, and her face was heavily painted. She looked like a walking display of wealth, her chin tilted high in the air. She smiled smugly at us, resting her hands over her stomach. "Have you fianlly come to senses and come support your sister on her glorious coronation day, Larry?" I narrowed my eyes at her, my blood instantly turning cool. I have never wanted to punch someone in the face so bad!

Stamina Simon knocked on the door of Holly and Sasha's flat -- the sixth floor up in a very chic, expensive apartment block. After a short pause, he heard footsteps inside. The latch of the door clicked. As it swung open, Simon had to fight not to gasp. Sasha was no longer wearing her usual jeans and t-shirt. She was wearing a tight white crop top that covered -- well, almost nothing, Simon thought. From her soft, beautifully tender-looking neck down to perhaps an inch above her nipples, her creamy white skin was fully exposed, with nothing but the shoestring-wide straps of her top holding the fabric in place. The lucscious swell of her tits drew Simon's gaze irresistibly, and he couldn't st

She tugged the curtains wide, sunlight spilling across the bed. I groaned, shielding my eyes. “Morning enthusiasm isn’t necessary.” “It is when the Lycan King expects you suited and downstairs in ten minutes ma'am,” Sasha replied, tossing a sleek outfit onto the chair by the window. I sat up, stretching, my fingers instinctively brushing over the faint mark at my nape. Sheila’s balm concealed it well, but I definitely will still wrap a light scarf around my neck for good measure. The outfit Sasha picked was simple but elegant , fitted black trousers, a soft cream blouse that hugged my waist, and sleek heels. Practical but… polished. My stomach twisted tighter.

Something in her told her that Amanda wasn't lying. Sasha walked into the first boutique she saw. She knew it catered to the high and mighty from how fancy it was. She was no longer in that class, barely able to feed herself twice a day, but she was determined to buy a lovely dress for dinner. A white diamond-made tight body-hugging gown with a high slit on display caught her eye. She immediately moved toward it in awe; the detailing on the breast looked like a rose, and the lower part resembled white feathers. She knew she would command attention in the room with this dress.

"So, back to clothes, what is everyone thinking of wearing?" "I've got this gorgeous blue dress that I've been dying to wear," Sasha said. "Trying to impress someone still?" Violet smirked and Sasha narrowed her eyes, cautiously looking over her shoulder. "Shut up," she grumbled. "What's this?" Brooklyn asked. "You didn't know?" Alice asked. "Jheeze, maybe she doesn't make it as obvious as we think." Brooklyn's eyebrows raised and she turned to Sasha with a smile. "Who is it? Who do you want to confess your love to?"

"oh my word look who decided to pay us a visit ,if it isn't the cheater himself, too bad the boys I hired did a sloppy job ,but I'm pretty sure your wife to be got the message and I hope she will be okay ,and rumor has it that you two are no longer an item. " Sasha had walked in the kitchen and wasted no time in airing her views. Bryce however had self control, and turned his attention towards Sasha who had colored her hair blond and had green contact lenses on. "Sasha how on earth do you walk in those heels, the Sporty look requires a wedge sneaker, and your wearing that, wow what a fashion mistake, we should call the fashion police or

The room was as large and fancy as I had imagined. “What type of scent do you want, Miss?” Sasha asked, turning my attention to her, and I took a good look at her. She looked to be a few years younger than me, with pale skin, black hair pulled in a simple bun, and green eyes. She wore a simple housekeeper dress that had the traditional black and white colour. “Scent for what?” I asked, though I didn’t want to seem dumb, but I had no idea what she was talking about.

Serra looked puzzled. Before they could decide what to do, Sasha who silently followed the butler found Serra. The first thing she felt when She looked at Serra was extreme Jealousy. Serra has the kind of beauty which can rival the most beautiful woman Sasha has ever seen. And Serra doesn't have a speck of make up on her face. She is wearing a long loose button down shirt which might belong to a man. And the shirt is longer than the jeans short which she was wearing, creating an illusion that she must be wearing only the shirt untill she moves.

Somewhere, a radio murmured the world as if the world had agreed to be contained in short, confident sentences. Sasha dressed in quiet armor: a pale blouse that made her look softer than she felt, tailored trousers that said competent in a dialect men understood, flats because heels turned every moment into theater and she did not want to perform on breakfast tile. She bound her hair back at the nape of her neck and looked at herself in the mirror until her face remembered which version of her to be.