Sasha Song Novels & Stories

"Do you have a better idea? I don't care if it kills her or not as long as it gets her in line!" Sasha turned in the direction of Thronesman, jumping on top of a chair before landing a punch on his jaw. "That's for my Daddy!" she screamed in his face. "Get off me!" Thronesman attempted to fling her off. Sasha's Claws came out and she slashed Thronesman on the chest before advancing towards me. As Thronesman continued to grunt, curse, and try getting up, Sasha was able to reach me, kicking aside anything in her way until he snapped apart one of the binds securing my arm.

"I don't need to explain anything about Tristan either." I crossed my arms over my chest, meeting her eyes. "You're clearly upset about something he did to you," I said. "Why don't you just tell me what's going on?" Sasha let out a harsh laugh, her eyes filled with contempt. "You think you know everything, don't you?" she said. "You think you're so smart, so perfect." "I'm just trying to understand why you’re suddenly curious about Tristan," I said quietly. "What's so wrong with that?" She asked, her expression hardening.

Sasha temporarily was lost for words, this was why I loved Poppy. Sasha shook herself off "I need the name of that body paint." She responded. " anyway..." she rushed on. "I want to go dancing." She grumbled. " I can't go dancing the only club around here is for teen wolves and the Queen rocking up would kill the vibe." I mumbled. "Screw the local dive bar I'm talking Vegas baby." Sasha smiled. "Vegas yeah I wish." Poppy laughed. I groaned knowing now what was happening "Your wish is my command. Get your asses dressed." Sasha yelled running into my closet.

Adjusting her already stained shirt, Melissa mustered the resolve to approach Sasha's office. Upon reaching the door, Melissa lightly tapped on it, and a voice from within beckoned her to come in. Stepping into the office, she found Sasha Phillips seated inside. Sasha, despite being in her 40s, exuded beauty. Her plump figure, round face with rosy lips, and short, curvy brown hair gave her a distinct charm. She wore a white sunflower dress. "Melissa, my dear, thank goodness you're here," Sasha exclaimed with a warm smile.

There was a dragon tattooed down his whole back. Looked so lifelike. I was half expecting it to start moving. My eyes trailed further down to his lower back, where the letters S.I.X were inscribed. So wait six isn't actually a number, but an acronym? He turned slightly, enough for me to get a view of his front, but not for him to see me standing there.

She can recognize it anywhere "Sis... Raven.."

Alpha Asher's voice was rough and commanding, "My men will be going around the room to help with your techniques." "Lola." His deep voice pulled me from my explicit thoughts. Mason gave me a sympathetic look, while Breyona smirked. I walked over to Alpha Asher, my heart thumping in my chest. My heart nearly stopped entirely when Chelsea twitched up to Alpha Asher. She was wearing a sports bra that must've been four sizes too small. Her bre*sts were nearly popping out of the low cut tank top she wore. Her shorts were hiked up so high the bottoms of her b*tt cheeks poked out.

"Please don't hurt me." I crouched down in front of her. "What's your name?" "Sasha." She said in a whisper. "My name is Sasha." "Sasha." I tested it on my tongue. "You have a death wish, Sasha?" She stared at me. "What?" "Investigating the syndicate and taking photos. You think they wouldn't kill you?" She swallowed hard. "I'm a journalist, I was going to expose them. I have evidence—photos, documents—"

Lenny was nowhere you could point to and exactly where he needed to be. Sasha stepped onto the concrete lip like it was a low stage. She didn’t dress the moment up; she wore boots, black jeans, a dark sweater under a coat that cut the wind. The bruise had faded to a ghost; the bandage was gone. She let the men see her face, not as defiance, not as confession, simply as fact. “Eddie,” she said. He stepped forward. He looked smaller among the stacked freight, a man who had been reduced to the size of his choices. Two kids, a wife who worked nights. He swallowed twice before words would cooperate.

Dad says. I nod and stand up. I straighten my jacket and step out of the room. First person I saw was Sasha. She looks normal than usual. Her black hair is in a ponytail. She wears a blue rip shorts and sweatshirt and it matches her ebony skin , she looks like her mom a lot. I stalk past her but she stops right in front of me. She's always trying to be super seductive. " Sasha , I got work to do." " Really?" She asks and crosses her arms. " Or you got someone to kill and drugs to dispose."