Sasha Swift Novels & Stories

"Celene Swift will be an Ambassador of Wright Jewel Spring Collection?" Abby exclaims in glee upon reading the news on her phone. "Yes, Aunt Sam will be releasing a new collection next year and the promotion team has recommended her. She is a singer I think" Lucy shrugs while working on his iPad. "She is a singer I think...?" Imitating Lucy, she was exasperated. "Lucas Alexander, Celene Swift is the most famous singer nowadays. Everyone loves her. I love all her songs" She dashed in front of him and ranted her incredulity.

Tyler asked joking around. “Not everyone who sees a shrink is crazy Ty,” I said and started to head inside the building. That’s when I heard her voice. Kennedy Jones the school’s most feared female. The perfect queen for a king. Head cheerleader, Straight A student, and very popular. Not to mention hot as hell. Also a total bitch and my girlfriend. She came running over to me and hugged me. “Morning babe,” I said to her, and then her group of minions came running up, and off she went.

She asked two questions in a row. Sasha was stunned for a brief moment before she responded, "Geez Louise. I'm in Koryu now, and I'm a top agent in a media company. The guy in the picture is the latest celebrity I signed on. Isn't he a cutie?" Lucy gave Sasha her feedback. "He's quite cute. He looked like a cute Koryuan." Sasha explained, "This is what youngsters like these days. I've got some unique taste, and I'm sure Kim Ramirez is a solid guy!"

Standing around for a few seconds looking around at the people who are just passing us by as we stand in the middle of the side walk Sasha speaks and invites me out to lunch and I accept only because I have some time to kill before my next meeting. Lunch with Sasha was fun we laughed and joked around and even got to know each other better. She wanted to be a lawyer when she graduated from high school but had to put that dream aside to help pay bills and shit while her mom was sick I guess she had cancer and lost the battle with it and passed away. She’s twenty-four with no actual life goals other then maybe going back to school and has a weird crush on on that Loki guy from Thor. She hates p

She ought to be punished for putting something so bold out there like that. But hell, I invited her to. I take a pull of my beer, scanning the crowd. For what? I don’t know, until my eyes rest on a beautiful, tall, graceful woman who’s standing by the pool table. She’s talking animatedly to a couple, but there’s a man behind the couple who’s eyeing her. I can see the scroll of musical note tattoos along her neck and know exactly who this is: Sasha. She’s the CEO of a medical supply company located in New England, and only comes here for the kink. She has no interest in anything serious or long-term, and would kick the balls of a guy who demanded her submission outside of a scene, but she com

She scrutinized Sasha and said sarcastically, “Sasha, look at you. You’re Cinderella today. I thought you were still that Ugly Duckling back at school. Don’t tell me you’ve found a sugar daddy.” Misunderstood as someone clinging onto a rich man, Sasha’s face instantly blushed. She waved her hands anxiously and said, “No, it’s not like that! It’s nothing like that! My boss from Herbal Spring wants me to get some new clothes for work, so that I’d look better.”

Olivia watched as Asher hurried off. "Hello, you must be that famous, Olivia; everyone is talking about you." She heard a female voice and turned to see a beautiful woman approaching her with a warm smile.

Sasha remained silent, looking at the starry sky over Vienna, as if the city could give him answers he didn’t know how to formulate. “I don’t know what she is…” he said finally. “I mean, now I do. Half fairy, half human.” Alexei whistled, surprised. “Fuck. So I was right? And I was just joking…” “It wasn’t a joke at all,” Sasha interrupted, bitter. “Her scent… The way she is… I felt it, but I didn’t want to admit it.” Alexei stared at his friend, then asked, calmer: “And what’s consuming you, Sasha? Is it her… Or is it you being afraid to let yourself feel?”

Sasha stopped in front of the raised stand and placed her hands on her hips. Long black hair ran down her back in inky black curls. She was barefoot and dressed in a simple dress that accentuated her curves. Her dark eyes flashed with determination as she stared at Paul. "She's not Pack," Sasha said. "She can never be Pack because she represents all that we fight against. She is one of them!" The noise of the crowd grew.

Sweet birch and pine assault me as Princess Sasha makes her way around my black SUV. She looks as if she just ended a photoshoot with a high-end magazine. She is in a tight but modest knee-length red dress. She has wavy blonde hair that reaches the middle of her back. Her legs are long, and her bust is full. She might be young, but her body is all woman. Someone clears their throat, and my mind snaps back to attention. "Welcome to White Crest, I am Alpha Ben, and this is Luna Chelsea," I recite the line before meeting Sasha's big brown eyes.