Sasha Braus Merch Mga Nobela at Kwento

“But I always get what I want.” Her eyes met mine — sharp, mocking. “I came to talk about Erebos.” The name hit me like a slap. My fingers curled into fists before I could stop them. “What about it?” I asked, keeping my tone calm. Sasha smiled like she’d been waiting for that. “Well, Erebos and my product — let’s just say they’re a little too similar for comfort. And before things get… ugly, I thought I’d give you a sisterly warning.”

Biting her lip, Sasha said tearfully, "Don't listen to them, Celeste. They're just joking around, albeit a little carelessly. Please don't take them seriously." She passed me an exquisite-looking box and said, "Here's a gift I brought for you, Celeste. Do take a look and see if you like it." When I opened the box, I was greeted by the sight of a thin, dainty bracelet dotted with some barely visible fragments of rubies. I looked up at Sasha who was wearing a necklace made with several large, intricately carved rubies. Judging from the style and workmanship, it was obvious it was custom-made.

Whatever! She brushed her fat curls until they fell loosely down her back and glossed her lips with her favorite cherry flavored lip-gloss. With one last twist and turn in the mirror she spritzed on some body splash from the Dollar store before grabbing her bag and heading for the door. She didn't have time for makeup, who could afford it?

Marissa I brush my hair and my teeth. Then I change into one of the nightgowns that Mr. Falaguerra bought for me today. It is thin and silky, with thin shoulder straps and it reaches to just above my knees. The material feels soft against my skin. It is cute but not something I usually wear. Usually I sleep in a pair of old cotton shorts and an oversized t-shirt.

She also has a killer idea to track the Dark Moon Pack. “Look I know I said I would be here, but you know I’m not a morning person. But I don’t know why you are so stressed about this; you are for sure making the team” she said apologetically while sitting down next to me. Hanna is dressed in black skinny jeans, a black crop top, red flannel long sleeves rolled up to her elbows, and black combat boots. She pulls off the mechanic meets IT genius very well.

“But you said fabulous. You said pink.” “Yeah.” Sasha’s eyes drop briefly to the belt, then lift back up. “But not this.” She turns her gaze to the rest of the room, sweeping it like a slow searchlight. “You all should do better. And take note — whatever you walk out in, you wear for the rest of the day. So choose wisely.” She waves a hand. “You can take your seat, Masha.” Masha walks back to her spot without a word. Sasha turns back to the plate. Her fingers dip in. She pulls out a folded paper, opens it, and her eyes lift. “Pristina.”

Expensive perfume and desperation. Sasha. She steps onstage like she belongs among the organizers. White dress. Angelic smile. And in her eyes—a promise of war. “Good evening,” she says, taking the mic. “I’m thrilled to be here, especially to talk about something Mr. Lambert knows very well: transparency.” The murmurs in the room are almost amusing. But what comes next isn’t. “And since we’re talking about transparency… why not show the world who their idols really are?” Then—she shows the photos.

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.”

"Tucker! This isn't social hour." The boutique supervisor approached, her expression pinched with disapproval. "I was just helping a customer," Sasha replied smoothly. The supervisor's gaze slid over me dismissively. "You're here to sell, not chat. I still don't understand why management hired someone with your... background." I stepped back, feeling Emily curl into herself. "I should go." Sasha's expression hardened. "When your friends come, you hand out every possible freebie and discount on rare moon herbs. What's wrong if my friend visits?"

"You like what you see?" "I am not a whore." I looked pretty with the makeup on, but it was too exotic and would give Blaise the impression that I would enjoy what would go down tonight. I did not want to put in effort for him. Sasha took out the translucent robe with flower hem and handed it to me. "Wear the bra and panties first, then cover it with this robe. Let it fall like this." She demonstrated as she spoke. "Let it pile around your legs, and while you undo your bra, step out on the robe and maintain eye contact."