Sasha Nicknames Novels & Stories

“Of course you’d say that. She’s your friend. That nerdy bitch.” Blaire’s jaw tightens. “She has a name. It’s Calla.” That earns a pause. Just a beat of silence. Then Sasha snorts. “So you talk back at me now?” Blaire mumbles under her breath, but the room’s quiet enough that we all hear it. “It’s not like you’re still gonna be Luna.” That does it. Sasha’s face flushes red, and she doesn’t wait another second. She spins on her heel, her stilettos scraping against the tile like a gunshot, and storms out.

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.

"She laughed." “‘Haha, what’s the big deal? We’re both adults, but you act like a kid. Hello, we’re almost 28!’" “‘That’s next year!’ I shot back." “‘I know, but come on, Sha-sha, be practical.’" "Sha-sha was my nickname—what Mama and even my coworkers called me sometimes. I sighed." “‘Fine, tsk. He was big, it was good, but as for looks… I don’t remember.’"

"Mica... what are you doing here?" The name feels like poison in the air between us. "I think you have me confused with someone else," I say with a polite smile that doesn't reach my eyes. "My name is Sasha." She stumbles backward like I've struck her. "Impossible. You…But you... you're supposed to be..." "Dead?"

Aleksander. It's starting to sound weird even in my own head. Why? Because for another f****d up reason, I've gotten used to being called Sasha by him. I try to ignore it, but that doesn't work; it nags at my OCD, making me feel impulsive, as if he doesn't call me Sasha, I might detonate. “Sasha” I say, almost as a whisper, but he hears and turns to face me. “What?” “It's Sasha, and you don't get to ignore me like I'm not here”

I pull myself up and out of the water, my eyes narrow at her, "who are you?" She flutters her lashes at me, "they call me Sasha," she winks at me, "and you are Maddon, former Alpha of the Blue Mountain pack are you not?" I look around for my shorts, but there not here and turn back to her only to find her twirling them around her finger, "looking for these?" I smile at her, "like what you see Sasha? I'm not bashful and you're already impressed as you said."

I really wasn’t Vera – I had no connection to that name anymore. Riley sat up straighter. “I know! I’ll call you Vee – short for Valeria, but it’ll sound like it’s short for Vera!” I smiled widely at her. “I love it.” (Sasha’s POV) Sasha’s footsteps echoed loudly on the marble floor as she was marched down the long, narrow hall to her father’s study.

He found an excuse for himself and soon downloaded the live video of Sasha on his mobile phone. Although he did not know what she looked like, he found out that David also was a fan of her and had a nickname of "fighting shark". Her live broadcast was named Sasha. Soon, he found the female anchor named Sasha. After clicking it, the scene immediately made him stunned. In the studio, Sasha was singing quietly. There were a group of fans who were supporting her. He thought that she had a good voice. Although she was much worse than those professional singers, she was much better than some people, at least in KTV Mac.

Giggling, Sasha told her father and he chuckled heartily. "We can speak English for your new brother. Come inside and you can have a blood bag, little Zaika," Ivan laughed. Sasha snickered at that. "What is Zaika?" Gian questioned. "It means bunny and is your nickname and what my papa will call you henceforth," Sasha grinned. Gian curled his mouth and grunted. "Fine, at least it sounds cool," he muttered firmly. As his stomach rumbled, Sasha waved him inside of their immaculate home. Gian's eyes traveled over the stunning decor and marveled at the obvious riches. The floor was polished so well that he could see his reflection.

The three looked between themselves and chuckled as they nodded. "Certainly, your highness, come this way," they smiled. "Can you tell me a bit about Sasha?" Noah asked the largest one of them. He side-eyed Noah and nodded. "She is the daughter of Alpha Ash of the Americas," he said solemnly. I thought about it and didn't know who Alpha Ash was and Noah didn't have a clue either. So we traveled to the large home in the distance without further conversation. The largest male did tell us his name was Marcus as he yelled out for Kellum.