Sasha From The Voice Novels & Stories

She scrutinized Sasha and said sarcastically, “Sasha, look at you. You’re Cinderella today. I thought you were still that Ugly Duckling back at school. Don’t tell me you’ve found a sugar daddy.” Misunderstood as someone clinging onto a rich man, Sasha’s face instantly blushed. She waved her hands anxiously and said, “No, it’s not like that! It’s nothing like that! My boss from Herbal Spring wants me to get some new clothes for work, so that I’d look better.”

she whispered, her eyes wide. “Who?” Ethan demanded, grabbing her arm. “My mother,” Sasha said, her voice trembling. “I can hear her.” “That’s impossible,” Marcus said. “Your mother’s—” “Dead,” Sasha finished for him. “I know. But it’s her. I swear it.” Before anyone could stop her, she broke into a run, her feet carrying her deeper into the forest. The voice grew louder, guiding her, even as the trees seemed to close in around her.

Sasha said. “Enough with you and your underhanded comments, what does being an orphan have anything to do with this?” Logan asked her. “Well, I am just putting it out there” Sasha said rolling her eyes. “Putting what out there? The fact that you are an attention seeking bitch?” Alexa asked her. “What did you just call me? an attention seeking bitch?” Sasha asked. “Yes, and I have more names like that if you want to hear them” Alexa replied. Sasha glared at her witch made Alexa smirk.

“I’ve had my dinner. Eat up. You’re my assistant in a bit.’ I was taken aback as he was being nice for once. In that case, I was going to help myself. While eating backstage, I observed Luke and the performers running through their routine. A voice drifted through the curtain. “I don’t buy it. What does he see in her? I can’t believe Luke would go for the type of girl.” The voice belonged to Sasha. She was here for practice and talking behind my back. The silhouettes of Sasha and several girls were barely visible behind the screen. Sasha looked like she came out of a fairy tale in her white dress with her hair draped behind her shoulders. Her eyes reflected disdain. “I bet Maeve led Luke on.

I mumbled, then exhaled sharply as the helicopter rose and my stomach dropped. Giggles~ That's what filled my headset so I looked back to see Sasha wearing a headset with all smiles. I giggled at the sight and asked Ian how old Sasha was. “Sasha is five and very intuitive, it was part of her mother's gift. She was a soothsayer, and so is Sasha,” he answered emotionally. My brow rose as I looked at Sasha and Ian. “That's an amazing gift to have, I imagine,” I said softly but Ian's eyes narrowed as he flew.

Sasha asked and brought out a knife from her coat, she quickly looked around. “Who are you?!!!” Sasha screamed like a psychopath. "I'm someone who knows Phoebe Tristan better than you do"

A girl with so much pride sashayed towards her, Aurora could already smell the pride and ego wafting from her before she even got close to her. She stopped right in front of Aurora, and folded her arms under her breast, scrutinising her with her eyes. “Mmm.. something isn’t right… but then again, there’s always been something wrong with you. I'm Sasha, the striker… you know? the girl you hate?” When aurora did not respond, Sasha walked away with a light scoff. The introductions continued, but Aurora's head was spinning. These people’s weird enthusiasm towards her would surely make her loose her mind. She just could not keep up.

Sasha takes a deep breath, her impeccably groomed fingers gripping her chest. Her eyes sparkle. Her voice trembles. "Then why, Raymond-" she takes a dramatic sniff-"why didn't you reach out to me?!" Raymond angles his head a bit. "Should I call you?" "YES!" she screams. "Contact me, message me, send me a love letter- ANYTHING!" Raymond lets out a sigh while massaging his temples. "Sasha, did you mention you were going out of the country?" Her lips separate. "Actually... no."

“What the hell are you doing, Veronica? What kind of sick game are you playing right now? Stop it!” Sasha looked at her angrily as he removed her hands, releasing her fingers from his shirt where she had unconsciously curled them in her attempt to get him to listen to what she wanted to say, to understand that she was no longer a child, that she was now completely and totally a woman... A woman who was totally and completely in love with him and wanted to be his.

"Lukas, he's in our class." "No, I mean the girl." "That was Sasha Braun and she's weird," Arya answered him. He frowned. "How is she weird?" "Dude, that Sasha doesn't talk at all. It's been too long since anyone heard her voice." Hades then shrugged and bit into his apple. "Trust us, after she screws up with the volleyball coach, she became like that," Arya stated. "They said, she was pregnant and got an abortion." "Hell yeah!" Hades agreed.