Sasha From The Voice Novels & Stories

Very far from Moretti Holdings, capital partners, legal exposure, and the man in the charcoal suit currently digging through the first year of our lives like it was vacant land he could buy. I turned off my phone. Then turned it back on because apparently denial couldn’t even survive five full seconds. I opened Athena’s contact and called her. She answered on the third ring. The first thing I heard wasn’t a greeting, but the sound of a keyboard and the sharp breath of someone reading something while actively resisting the urge to swear in three different languages. “Sasha?” “I’m keeping my voice down,” I whispered, moving away from the living room toward the side of the kitchen near the pant

Sasha's Pov It's been two years since my parents sold me to Roman Vitale and we got married a month after he came to take me away from my parents. I decided to be smart about my predicament instead of throwing a fit. I pretended to be alright with it. The dress clung to my curves pooling on the floor flowing behind me in a mermaid style, the purple glittered in the light my black heels clicking on the stairs as I walked out of my room.

“Tonight, there will be no holding back, no inhibitions—only you screaming and begging for more.” “Carl, your parents will hear us.” She blushed furiously. Carl chuckled, holding her legs apart. “Nah, rooms here are soundproof, pumpkin. You can scream all you want. Besides, we want to hear you.” Sasha’s blush deepened, but there was a spark of excitement in her eyes as Carl’s words sank in. “I don’t know if I can be that loud,” she admitted shyly. “You’ll surprise yourself,” I murmured, my voice low and husky as I trailed kisses along her neck.

Addison's mouth fell open as she stared at Sasha, who had no smile on now. Sasha's face was held in a frown now. And all I could see was a strong woman now, and not some weakling making me smile satisfied. “I know you hate me and my kids so much, but I will make this clear to you once and for all. “My kids are quadruplets,” Sasha blurted out. “Which kids are quadruplets?” We heard another voice ask from beyond us.

Standing around for a few seconds looking around at the people who are just passing us by as we stand in the middle of the side walk Sasha speaks and invites me out to lunch and I accept only because I have some time to kill before my next meeting. Lunch with Sasha was fun we laughed and joked around and even got to know each other better. She wanted to be a lawyer when she graduated from high school but had to put that dream aside to help pay bills and shit while her mom was sick I guess she had cancer and lost the battle with it and passed away. She’s twenty-four with no actual life goals other then maybe going back to school and has a weird crush on on that Loki guy from Thor. She hates p

It burst out of her forcefully. “Well, to be fair–” She attempted to say after her laughter had died but Sasha cut her off with a glare. “Don't even dare.” “Oh, no Sasha. I really am enjoying this. Cyrus is such a great performer." Liam attempted to lie again. “His name is Cyliano!” Sasha huffed in annoyance and returned to dancing and singing, facing away. Liam and Desiree exchanged another glance, and Desiree nearly laughed again but she didn't want to incur Sasha's wrath.

she mutters, frustration clouding her features. "I understand," I say, nodding thoughtfully. "We'll have to start spreading news of Chanax being back in business. I'll speak to the PR team later." "I can help with that," a familiar voice calls from behind us. I turn to see Sasha walking toward us, her warm smile lighting up the otherwise cold, professional hallway. "Took you long enough!" I reply, giggling as she hugs me tightly, her familiar scent wrapping around me like a comforting blanket. "I wouldn’t turn this offer down for anything… anything to get away from Kaitlin," she says playfully.

“Let’s divide and conquer. Point me toward the garden. I will go and meet Sam. You go and get Caspian. We could speed up the start of the ceremony.” Sasha was reluctant at first, but after a little reassurance. She agreed, doing a happy dance out of excitement. She then pointed in the direction I needed to go. “If you have any problems, tell the staff to mindlink me and I will be here as quickly as I can.” She said before we separated. I liked Sasha; she seemed competent. More than that, she liked Sam, which makes her a good person in my book.

“What are you planning?” Sasha leaned in, her voice dropping to a low, deadly whisper. “I’m going to make them pay. They spilled Ethan’s blood, and now I’m going to spill theirs. Let’s just say… I’m about to unleash a side of me that even Ethan hasn’t seen.” Big Tom nodded slowly, something akin to respect in his eyes. “What do you need from me?” Sasha’s mind was already working, formulating the plan that had been brewing ever since she heard the name Dean Hooper. “I need you to back me up. No questions asked.”

STRAIGHT TALK DANIEL’S POV Sasha’s voice cut through the noise, smooth and familiar, and I saw Neo’s shoulders drop before he even turned around. “Sasha?” he said, smiling. She crossed the studio floor in a tan coat and boots that looked like they cost more than my paycheck, her energy filling the space before she even spoke. Cameras were being packed up, crew scattering, but somehow it felt like all the light in the room had shifted to her—brown glowy skin with afro hair that screamed with class.