Sasha From The Voice Novels & Stories

Sasha smirked "I have no use of you. I need my son" "Your son? Which one?". "Sajan, Nix doesn't infuriate me" "May I remind you where you are?" "Nix I give you a week to bring my son if not?!" Nix chuckled "Empty vessels make the loudest noise" Sasha fisted her palms in anger and left.

I didn’t miss the uncomfortable hesitation in his voice as he said that. To me, he said, “Eliana, this is Sasha, my colleague from work. She came here to see how I was doing.” Sasha turned to me, still smiling. “Hi. It’s so nice to finally meet you. You’re even more pretty than I expected.” Her tone was so friendly that it made me uncomfortable and the sound of her sweet, tiny voice caused my skin to crawl with irritation. Rising from the couch, I ground out a “hi.”

Sasha stopped in front of the raised stand and placed her hands on her hips. Long black hair ran down her back in inky black curls. She was barefoot and dressed in a simple dress that accentuated her curves. Her dark eyes flashed with determination as she stared at Paul. "She's not Pack," Sasha said. "She can never be Pack because she represents all that we fight against. She is one of them!" The noise of the crowd grew.

She had to admit he was clever. “Are you ready to battle?” Sasha bumped into her. Sasha was the only woman except for Hellen that she talked to. Sasha's striking appearance was marked by a crown of bright red, curly hair that cascaded around her face, framing her intense, piercing blue eyes. Her skin was speckled with freckles, adding to her unique beauty. But her appearance was only the beginning of what made Sasha remarkable. Her talent as a tracker was unparalleled, as it was whispered that she could identify the date, sex, and age of a culprit simply by sniffing their tracks. Her gift extended to all creatures, whether human or animal, and her skill was widely acknowledged. Sasha cast a

She commands attention and finds a way to fix whatever problem we may have whatsoever. Now twenty years old and in college, nothing has changed. No one was surprised when she chose to major in public relations. There, she could do all the fixing she liked. “Find the daddy?” Sasha says in the form of a question. Her green eyes move from Mikayla to me almost comically. Sasha is the wild one out of the three of us. 5’11 with dark blond hair and the body of a Victoria’s Secret model. She is majoring in law and like Kayla, it is a perfect fit for her too.

she smirks "how do i always almost forget that saying, was it 'birds of a feather flock together '? , two worthless low lives like you would understand " In a blink of an eye, Mona moves so quickly and lands a sounding slap across the diva's face causing a number of gasps around the crowd, said victim, and myself. Sarah lands on the floor due to the friction, looking like she was about to cry and murder someone at the same time. "find someone else to bully Mercy, because I'm not going to sit ideal behind and watch you bitch around! " I'm tongue tied. Really speechless. "you bitch!" Sarah yells about to lunch at Mona but some people hold her back and just in time the librarian stops in the mi

No one could be trusted after all, no one! Sarah was the one all the boys and men wanted. It wasn't her fault that she was beautiful and was from a wealthy home! In high school, she had been the head cheerleader, while Helen played softball but she had never made Helen feel she was in any way inferior to her. Never!

Alpha Asher's voice was rough and commanding, "My men will be going around the room to help with your techniques." "Lola." His deep voice pulled me from my explicit thoughts. Mason gave me a sympathetic look, while Breyona smirked. I walked over to Alpha Asher, my heart thumping in my chest. My heart nearly stopped entirely when Chelsea twitched up to Alpha Asher. She was wearing a sports bra that must've been four sizes too small. Her bre*sts were nearly popping out of the low cut tank top she wore. Her shorts were hiked up so high the bottoms of her b*tt cheeks poked out.

“Jealous? Of what? Your layered makeup that still can’t hide the three rounds of Botox you’ve denied for four years? Or that adorable squeaky voice?” Gasps erupted. Sasha staggered back like she’d been shot, eyes wide, tears instantly welling up. Her crowd swarmed her with pity. “You’re so mean!” “She didn’t even say anything that bad!” “She’s crying, you monster!” Mia rolled her eyes. “A school of morons.” Lucia stepped forward. “Sasha, she already apologized. Drop the act.” Sasha jumped up from her convenient sobbing position in a guy’s arms. “Act? I was just being sweet!”

Sasha’s recorded voice carried out after she landed her three hits, “Tomas, please inform Rin he can discuss with his team what it means to provide safety to me. It means, you do not ever touch me unless I say you can. Ever. Now unless you want to see me do the same thing to the rest of this team I just did to this buffoon, then you will all stand down now.” “Holy shit Rin,” Marcello leaned close and whispered, “she channels Edik Volkov like he’s her fucking inner demon. That woman is meant to be a boss. If her uncle doesn’t have sons, she’s taking that family.” Rin gave a full belly laugh at the words and clapped his friend on the shoulder, “do you know what the best part of it is?” Marcell