Sasha Song Novels & Stories

Expensive perfume and desperation. Sasha. She steps onstage like she belongs among the organizers. White dress. Angelic smile. And in her eyes—a promise of war. “Good evening,” she says, taking the mic. “I’m thrilled to be here, especially to talk about something Mr. Lambert knows very well: transparency.” The murmurs in the room are almost amusing. But what comes next isn’t. “And since we’re talking about transparency… why not show the world who their idols really are?” Then—she shows the photos.

Jagger nods to the door where the young red-haired woman is currently standing, before disappearing through the other door. Letting out a soft sigh, Elijah crosses his arm before turning his gaze to the woman who's watching him with a look he's too familiar with to not know. The bitch is fucking horny. Sasha used to work as a stripper for the agency before she got more into the business and now helps in seducing powerful men into revealing vital informations. The first day Elijah saw the woman in action; he simply found her hot. Her ability to make powerful men... Dangerous men, cave was insane and figuring out she has a thing for him too—they hooked up. But the bitch didn't want a onetime,

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.

He hugged me tightly, turning me so that my back was facing the Sasha girl, while gently stroking my hair - a clear means of preventing her from learning that my sexual rights were being violated and coming to my aid. " Haz, I've been trying to get to you for days now but......I don't know, you weren't responding. You ain't picking up my calls, neither are you responding to my texts", the Sasha girl said, her voice sounding very deep, almost baritone, literally the opposite of a requisite feminine voice. If I were to be her choir coordinator at Sunday school or Christmas carol, she's definitely going to be part of the bass singers.

No loading buffer. Straight to the point. Her voice hit me first. Nasal. Pitchy. That same annoying Valley girl accent as Britney from my class who turned every statement into a question and said 'literally' like forty times in one conversation. Yeah, I counted. "Hey guurrrllls," she started off. Smiling big and waving into the camera. "I'm Sasha Quick, and I'm gonna take you through today's lesson." Her smile got even wider. "Cumming By Yourself 101… let's begin."

Or at least, I need to not let my disappointment prevent me from enjoying myself with my friends. Suddenly the beat of the background music changes and the telltale tempo of Closer by Tegan and Sara pipes through the speakers. This song always makes me feel sexy and like dancing. Sasha knows this. I look around and see her walking towards me, swaying her hips, a sultry look on her face. She reaches her hand out for me. "You need to have a little fun tonight. Be the object of someone's desire. So let's give them a show."

“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.”

She had to admit he was clever. “Are you ready to battle?” Sasha bumped into her. Sasha was the only woman except for Hellen that she talked to. Sasha's striking appearance was marked by a crown of bright red, curly hair that cascaded around her face, framing her intense, piercing blue eyes. Her skin was speckled with freckles, adding to her unique beauty. But her appearance was only the beginning of what made Sasha remarkable. Her talent as a tracker was unparalleled, as it was whispered that she could identify the date, sex, and age of a culprit simply by sniffing their tracks. Her gift extended to all creatures, whether human or animal, and her skill was widely acknowledged. Sasha cast a

***Sasha*** Is he courting me? Sasha asked herself when she gazed back and saw the dancing stage. Even in her youthful years, she had not gotten anything close to this from Harvey. She was fighting back tears so hard because she'd be more than embarrassed if he saw her crying. When she turned to him, he was smiling brightly, his eyes catching hers. Her heart paused for a moment. She struggled to breathe but instead, she swallowed and wondered what he would think of her if he knew she was divorced and had lost a child.

Sasha released a long harsh breath. She did not scoff or snort. Something about him feels serious. But it also felt as if she was being fooled in a way. ‘Parade? What am I? Some sort of a Goddess in the flesh?!’ She knew he was just exaggerating. And yet…this is the kind of serenading words she’s dying to hear ever since she’s a victim of love.