Sasha Braus Merch Novels & Stories

"Sasha is the daughter of an Alpha. She was born noble. Don't compare her to—" I laughed. It came out quiet and sharp, almost a breath. Everyone turned to me. I picked up the stack of expense reports from my desk. Flipped past the supply costs to the second page and held it up where the light hit the numbers. "Is this her money?" I asked. Sasha's jewelry purchases. Listed in neat columns. Necklaces, earrings, bracelets, a ruby pendant. The total at the bottom was more than I'd earn in three sleepless nights of balancing his books.

Sasha said while looking through clothes. “Of course, I can, come dear this way” she led me away towards the changing room in the back. “Stay here, I will be back with some choices for you” with that she left me in the small cubical changing room. Shortly later she came back with professional looking attire made for an office, some dresses and skirts beautiful blouses, along with casual clothing for outside work hours. After trying on what felt like twenty outfits, she examined everyone. The ones she didn’t like on me she replaced with another, she was gifted she got my size right every time and matched my style without me having to tell her. Once I was finished getting back into my jeans an

she added quickly. "Duh," Sasha said and laughed. "Just some people own it more than others. You're beautiful without even trying." "So are you!" Brooklyn protested. "Do you think these eyebrows and highlight happen naturally?" Sasha wondered and pointed to her face. "No, but those eyebrows are fleeky as hell," Alice nodded. "I do try," Sasha grinned and due to her short hair she flicked her imaginary long her over her shoulder. Brooklyn chuckled and rolled her eyes. "So, back to clothes, what is everyone thinking of wearing?"

Sasha snatched the soup bowl from the maid rudely. The maid looked helpless, and quietly handed over the bowl to Sasha. Serra was watching everything from the second floor. Mia was taking a nap, so Serra was relaxing while looking down from the corridor railing. When she saw Sasha swaying her hips in that super short dress which barely covered her butt, she felt her anger rose. Sasha is wearing a short grey colour tube dress which barely covered her assets. Her shoulders are bare and her breasts are almost spilling out of the dress. Serra noticed how every male in the mansion were looking at Sasha with lust.

I decided to buy some materials to experiment with. I first entered the herb store, where a lady in red, Sasha, welcomed me. "Welcome, beautiful guest." "Thank you," I smiled in response, grateful for Sasha's warm welcome. "I'm currently studying medical knowledge and would like to purchase some herbs to try making potions. Do you have any recommendations?" Sasha's eyes lit up, and she pointed to neatly arranged shelves filled with various herbal products. "Certainly! We have a variety of herbs to meet different needs. The products here are perfect for an apprentice like you."

Sarah grabbed a spare basket by an eating booth "Alright, let's go." We first walked by the clothing department. Sarah pushed the basket slowly as she scanned the section. "We-you should get him a t-shirt." "Okay, I think it should be a graphi-" My eyes landed on a Captain America T-shirt. "Yes, this is perfect! I remember him telling me he loved Marvel." "Yes, but all of the Marvel characters?" I nodded "Yeah, he said all of Marvel. So this would be great." Sarah smiled "Sick. Now, I think you should get the extra large."

“I can’t help you if you won’t tell me what is going on.” “I didn’t want this.” The sentence came out smaller than I meant. Anya went still, and the shield I had carried since my father sold me cracked. “I didn’t ask my father to sell me. I didn’t ask your Alpha to keep me. I didn’t ask for a room or clothes or duties.” My voice caught. “I didn’t want this for myself.”

As Alexandro helped Serena down from the horse, the villagers bowed low, murmuring respectful greetings. "Your Majesty." "My King." "My Luna." Serena flushed under their attention but managed a small, graceful nod, feeling a strange pride settle into her bones. They made their way through the market together, Alexandro towering protectively beside her. He barely spoke, but his presence was enough to keep the crowd at a respectful distance. After a few minutes, they found what they came for—a merchant with a display of rich, thick fur coats, all stitched carefully by hand. Alexandro selected one himself—a deep grey trimmed in white—lifting it and draping it over Serena’s shoulders with surpri