Sasha Nicknames Novels & Stories

Sasha's Pov I have been locked in my room for two days now, tied to my bed like a prisoner in my own father's house. They call me an ungrateful brat. Yet they are treating their only child like this. The door creaked open and my mother walked in. "How are you doing sweetie?" She asked grimly and I raised an eyebrow at her. "Oh I'm great, you know these ropes are comfortable on my wrist like a Cartier bracelet, hopefully they would leave beautiful marks," I said sarcastically and she sighed.

“Slow down or you’re gonna look like a little starving lamb.” She smiled at his words. Sasha. Freaking. Smiled. She did not grin or smirk, but smiled. And he addressed her by her name, not Slave. It sent a little joyous voice in her head. Finally someone recognized her for who she is, not what she is now. “You just called me Sasha…” Ansel whipped his head to her, brown eyes shining. “Yeah, I did. I’ve been calling by your name for a long time too”

She actually smiled politely at me and said, "Good morning Mrs. Knight. I'm Sasha. I'm the cook." "Ohh.. right. Good Morning...Umm..can I call you aunt? " I hesitantly asked. She smiled at this. "You can call me whatever you prefer Mrs. Knight. I'll go set things up and make breakfast for you. You must be hungry." I followed her back inside after closing the door. "Please don't call me that. Call me Scarlett." "But Mr. Knight wouldn't like that. It would be disrespectful." She spoke shivering a little. I could see how even the mention of Xander scared her.

Two years ago. Of course, her own people. "Amaya," Sasha said. Amaya means 'night rain'. "Then from now on, I shall be known as Amaya until death," Amaya said and Sasha faintly smiled at her. "Have some more," Sasha said and filled her plate with more food because she looked like she had been starving for years. Little did Sasha know, the bond she wanted to make with this young girl would prevail only with her disaster.

“Bring the baby to the packhouse. Alpha Leon wants to talk to all of us.” I snarl at my mother; she is still cooing and carrying on with the pup. She is an idiot if she thinks I am keeping it. I laugh. I have finally thought of a name for her. Sasha is perfect; it was a girl's name that I went to school with; I hated the bitch with a passion. “Come on, Maree, the Alpha is waiting.” I stand up as I walk out of the house. I say, “Her name is Sasha, mother.”

“You’re the first person tonight who’s said it out loud.” “Then I’m already winning,” he said. His eyes softened, though the storm never left them. “I’m Nic.” She tilted her head. “Just Nic?” He shrugged, casual, but there was intent behind it. “For now.” Fair enough. She wasn’t about to hand her last name over to a stranger, either. “I’m Sasha,” she offered. The name seemed to linger between them, as if he were tasting it. He repeated it under his breath once, rolling it on his tongue. “Sasha.”

She always noticed. "You seem tense, darling," Elena said, tone deceptively warm. "Something wrong?" Sasha shook her head too quickly. "No. Just…surprised to see Kaia." Elena arched a brow. "Kaia?" "Yes," I jumped in smoothly. "I go by Kaia. Short for…Kaila." "How…unusual." smiled wider. "So are a lot of things about me." The table fell into a tense silence. Elena reached for her glass of wine. "Well, it's good to meet new people. Sasha tends to surround herself with predictable types."

Fuck, I hate this bitch. Sasha bites his bottom lip as he holds his tongue and his eyes flick to me as I blow out a deep breath. “He was never suited to her anyway, Zolotse this, Zolotse that” she replies, talking to no one in particular. I narrowed my eyes on her. What? Sasha frowns. “Why do you call her that?” he asks her, because it's weird to mock the dead. She smiles knowingly. “That’s a pet name that Rome called her, is it not?”

She dropped the doorstop with the grace of someone who’d dropped worse things. Luke’s ute idled two streets over. He watched a school zone light blink obediently to life and filed the data point somewhere he’d use later. Ty’s voice ran in everyone’s ear, calm as blue light. “Heartbeat check.” “Overwatch,” Lisa said. “Up.” “Netting,” Ty said. “Up.” “Whisper,” Don said. “Up. Our friend with the expensive pen just texted a number that doesn’t exist.” “Foxtrot,” Will said. “Up. Ambos on the corridor listening for a drill that isn’t.”

Great, she won't be fun. " I think I know you. The little lady who was flirting with Cage at the ball. Are you Sinclair's daughter?" She asks me. " Sasha , behave please." Aisha warns. I look at her face and she's got a white substance on her nose. Is that coke? " You've got a little... some…" I point to my nose as I tell her. Sasha wipes her nose and looks at her hand. Her mom glares at and she chuckles. " Sorry, I was having a little fun." She says to Sinclair and Aisha.