Sasha Swift Novels & Stories

She yelped as he pinched her soft waist, squirming and letting out soft moans as she fought back fiercely. Blake's eyes reddened with intensity. In one swift motion, he hoisted her over his shoulder. "Sasha!" Winter's heart stopped. She wanted to step forward, but Joshua moved, placing his towering frame in her path, blocking her completely. Sasha was five feet and seven inches. Though she was slim, she had a sturdy figure and wasn't exactly light. Yet Blake carried her with ease, as if she weighed nothing at all.

Offering a military salute by crossing their hands over their chest they stood facing her. Jelena Savage was not as old as one would expect from the leader of an entire race. She was only 17, even younger than Axel by a whole two years! Her hair was braided just above both her ears, her eyes watched coldly like a hawk and inside them, one could sense ruthlessness emanating from her whole being. Her voice was a bat match for her personality, she sounded nothing like who she was. This was a strong woman, who ruled with fear and an iron fist.

From there I plan to take a flight to the UK to visit London again and drop in on one of my friends who I've not seen for a while. Sasha and I have known each other since we were in college. She moved to London when she was twenty-one to work in the fashion industry. Making and creating clothes has always been a passion for her, it was supposed to be temporary, however, Sasha met Harvey and now they're planning the best wedding ever. They have invited everyone to a chateau in France and I cannot wait until the end of October, which is when they will be declaring their undying love for one another.

I say, cutting her off, and rush upstairs as quickly as possible, not wanting to get caught up in whatever gossip she needs to share right now. If only I could tell her I have bigger things to worry about—like Vivienne and her mysterious relationship with Harvey Richardson, my so-called new business rival. I take a quick shower, my mind consumed with thoughts of Vivienne, our baby, and the things she said. When I step out, I’m surprised to find someone sitting on the bed. It’s not Mom, though. Sasha quickly stands up, her eyes wide as she carefully wraps her arms around her swollen belly. Her gaze travels down my face, my naked torso, and then the towel wrapped around my hips. Before she can

“No, I mean…here…in Holmby Hills. Have you always lived here or did you just move here after marriage?” “Oh. Yes, after marriage.” “I see.” She studied Sasha again from head to toe. “What do you do for work?” “Oh, no. I don’t work,” Sasha lied. “But before marriage, you must have,” Lovey said. “Yes. I was a manager in a creative holding company. Specifically in advertising.” “Nice. I own a fashion brand. House of LD” Sasha’s eyes widened. “No way! You’re Lovey Dave.” “Yes.” Lovey smiled. “Maybe, you could visit our boutique sometime. There’s one here at Holmby Hills.”

For an entire month, she didn't get to see me at all. "Mr. Lewis! I'm Sasha Fuller. I was out of my mind the other day. I didn't know who you were either. But I'm here to prove my sincerity to you today. Do you think it's possible for us to resume our business deal? Please, Mr. Lewis, for my sake—"

The proposal arrives on slide seven. SASHA VOLKOV. Twenty-six. Russian-American. Fitness model and influencer with four million followers and the kind of social media presence that looks effortless in the way that only extremely expensive things look effortless. Victoria presents her the way a real estate agent presents a property, with all the dimensions, amenities, and market value, and the amenity she’s selling is Sasha’s ability to stand beside Rhys at public events and look like something sponsors want to invest in.

she cried looking at the three men bleeding from every part of their body. "W*-s-s that your b-boyfriend," one of the boys hardly said. Sasha could only curl her forehead. "What are you talking about? I don't have a boyfriend," she said. Then she continued. "You know what? You deserved that anyway. Sheesh!" she said and walked away smiling. She continued to drove back to a supermarket mall. Along the shelves were paints and brushes. Zero was nearby watching her. By this, Zero learned that Sasha was actually an artist, a painter perhaps.

Louis face turn crimson red realizing who the woman is. She was dressed in a blue crop top and green tight pant, her red hair neatly plaited into a ponytail, her ocean blue eyes shining, and she put on a light make-up on, she looks absolutely gorgeous. Sasha Mack twenty six years old, the owner of ISAB fashion store named after her friend and chair woman of XANADU an orphanage for children, she's also the fiancee of Micah codds. "How's that monkey ? I can't believe you guys came after a long time and went straight to the office" she said smiling.

I turned and saw a heavily chested lady with a low neck sport bra and bouncy boobs running like a kid towards Mr Prince. Two strict looking men in suits walked behind her. The other girls that had surrounded Prince moved aside. She hugged him and he carried her up while her legs locked on his waist making her shapely back more round. I tried not to look ,and swallowed the urge to ask who she was. “Sasha ,always acting like a cute little baby whenever she sees my brother is very cringy,I hate her”. “Who is she?” “Frog Prince gym bug, Sasha a senator’s daughter, they are four bugs actually, but Sasha is the most annoying of them all, she always acts like she is his girlfriend”.