Sasha Lane Teeth Novels & Stories

Of course like always she was wearing her t-shirt with alexanders face printed on it paired with black jeans. Sasha was wearing a brown pleated skirt. Her top was a cream color camisole then she wore a cardigan to finish the look. “And what about you Sasha?” I said. While waiting patiently for Sasha’s reply I comb through my hair. She replied with “Well there is something that happened”. My jaw and Belinda’s just dropped then immediately shouts “then please do tell”. Straight lock on Sasha. Eagerly waiting on the story that was going to be better than any news flash in the television or radio. “I got a boo…boy…boo...Bo…boyfriend”. She stuttered while saying it.

The smile on Sasha’s face drops when her eyes lock on Odis’ grip around Gabe’s wrist. “That won’t be happening ever again,” Shane growled. Sasha crossed her arms and stomped her foot as she realized no one was interested. I don’t know what the hell her problem is and I’ve never been one to be violent but there was something about her that made my fingers twitch. The need to grip her hair and yank it was strong. She turned and walked back behind a receptionist counter, ignoring us. Good riddance. “Two rooms?” Liv asked with fake enthusiasm.

Sasha replied, her voice cool and slightly hoarse, hinting at a life marked by hardship. "Your throat..." "It's not in great shape. Three years ago, I was in an accident that damaged my appearance and vocal cords. My mother made this mask for me, and I've worn it ever since." Sasha touched the emerald on the mask, a genuine one at that. Elijah and Kasey were accustomed to fine things and could tell it was authentic. Such a mask wouldn't come cheap, indicating Krystal's affection for her daughter. "If you doubt my identity, look at this," Sasha said, producing a pocket watch.

“So you enjoyed getting drenched, huh? You could have waited until the rain cleared instead of running through it like that.” Sasha crossed her arms, looking indignant. “It hadn’t started raining when I left! And it’s not my fault! I was just… excited. The cure… it’s important for the Luna isn’t it?. You care about her a lot, so I had to try my best!” I shook my head, chuckling lightly. “You’re silly.” Her lips pressed together, clearly holding back her anger. Then, without warning, she lunged and bit my arm, holding on tight. I yelped instinctively and gently pushed her back by the head.

"The Luna Trials kick off tonight." The crowd went still. It appeared that the wind was still holding its breath.' Queens who wear silk and rule through men are not suitable for these situations.... Wolves who bleed for their own beliefs are the beneficiaries of these.” Women who think they can lead better than me should step forward. Silence. Then a footstep. Sasha. Tall. Silver-colored hair was swept down her back like the end of an old sword. A scar on her cheek was caused by a Lycan's claw. She strolled into the ring with confidence.

It was no longer fingers and palm but claws and sharp hard nails, with a beautiful white fur. Lisa was extremely scared and she looked over to Sasha. "What's happening Sasha?" she asked with her trembling voice. Sasha watched her closely. "You do not have to be scared. It's nothing serious" She said to Lisa and as they waited just some seconds more. Lisa turned back. Sasha moved close to Lisa. "You've been Bitten?" she asked her. Lisa didn't know how to answer that question. She has not been Bitten by anyone. And that was the only reason for this happening.

LEAH "Luna, you're really out here, huh?" Sasha's voice floats toward me before I even step fully onto the training field. She's standing with her arms crossed, and her hip cocked, with a towel slung over her shoulder. Her braid swings as she tilts her head, watching me approach like I’m a baby deer trying to be a lion. I roll my eyes but can't suppress the grin tugging at my mouth. "Don’t start Sasha. I need this."

Sasha Crying out in surprise, I withdraw my fingers. As soon as her mouth is free, she spits in my face. "Fuck," she snarls, "you!" Her spit slowly rolls down my face and hangs at the edge of my lips. My tongue reaches out and licks it away, savoring the lingering taste of her arousal. "That was the wrong thing to do, ptichka," I warn her as I hold up my fingers between us. A smear of blood oozes from those perfect bite marks.

It didn't take a minute for Sasha to come in. The very moment she stared at Bryan, a smile was carved on her lips, and she swayed her hips as he approached the seats. Sasha knew what Bryan's weakness was in her body, it was her hips and her firm ass which his eyes always found its way to. Not only that, her breast was not exempted from it too and that was why she wore an exposing outfit that made her cleavages so admirable.