Sasha Waybright Novels & Stories

Healthy and strong. The image of them together as I walk into the room is flawless. But there’s a crack in the perfect picture. I can see it in Sarah’s violet eyes–such a strange color. I can see it written all over Sydney’s face as he places a protective hand on Sarah’s shoulders. They’re afraid of what comes next. Sasha. I remind myself her name is Sasha. This woman is Atticus’s daughter. The niece of Petra. The cousin of Gabriel. She’s the granddaughter of Kane.

Maya turned, her gaze meeting ours as almost like she had felt our presence. “Do you want to say hello?” I asked. Sasha smirked, her fingers brushing slowly around the diamond that adorned her neck, “It would be rude if we didn’t, and don’t you think so?” I smiled, “Very rude,” She led the way and I followed like her disciple. I had created a monster and I wasn’t scared of it. The Conrads had tried to tame her down, but that was their mistake, Sasha Hawkins isn’t a woman to be tied down. She is a bird meant to be out there, free and happy. And I was going to give her the field to explore.

I scanned the battlefield and saw a large black wolf being surrounded by about 10 enemy wolves. I could see that he was handling his own pretty well! I then saw a smaller black wolf about to make a sneak attack on the larger black wolf. I was confused at first but quickly realized that the large black wolf was Alpha Braxton and this smaller, scruffier looking wolf must have been another part of Zandicar's plan! I tried to warn Braxton, but before I could, I saw this majestic white wolf soar over everyone's heads and tackle the small black wolf. The white wolf slammed the small black wolf to the ground while Braxton's wolf finished dealing with the wolves in front of him. He then joined the w

As we approach Sasha's quarters, I take a deep breath, steeling myself for the potential revelations Sasha might uncover. We enter Sasha's quarters, a space filled with the scent of various herbs and potions. Sasha, the pack's wise and knowledgeable witch, looks up from her workbench, her keen eyes assessing the distress evident on my face. “Kylie, Frederick, what brings you here?” She greets her warmly. “We require your help, Sasha. Something's not right with Arnold and Kylie's connection to Ryan,” Frederick explains, his concern palpable. “Sit, both of you. Now, tell me what's going on,” Sasha instructs. I take a deep breath and recount the events, emphasizing the negative paternity test r

Alpha said. “It matters not what anyone here believes to be true. I am here to claim what is rightfully mine,” I said. “Oh? Is this not a family reunion?” Alpha Joshua said. “I, Shane Hayes, am here to challenge Alpha Joshua Wright of the Dark Moon pack,” I said. “Hayes? You are a Wright,” Alpha Joshua growled. “Your name will die here, today. Hayes is the name I’ve taken and will be the name that carries into the next line,” I said.

She’s my Luna, given to me by the Moon Goddess, but she just isn’t her. I sit in the tall grass and let my head hang back, closing my eyes against the bright sun. Sasha Harris is the most beautiful she-wolf I’ve ever seen in my life. She’s 5’8 with a rich brown skin tone. She trains with the warriors, and it shows in her body shape. She has a nice-sized chest and a plump ass. She has light brown eyes you can’t help but get lost in. Her lips are thick and pouty.

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.

"Here, see for yourself. This is why I'm here." He collected the paper from her and then stared at it. "What? You've got to be kidding me." Bryan yelled, but the moment he figured out that his voice might have attracted people, he kept quiet and stared around. Luckily, no one was around or close to them "You've seen for yourself. I'm one of the shareholders of the Wright company, so I have every right to be here just like every other person there." "Why the hell are you doing this Sasha, I fucking thought we had a deal."

Ethan sat relaxed in the back seat of his black 2023 Prado while his personal assistant, Peter Stroke, read out the information he'd requested earlier. The air inside the car was tense as Peter began, "Her name is Sasha Brooks. She has a younger brother, Chris Brooks, who's been in a coma for six months after an accident." Ethan's jaw tightened, but he stayed silent.

“I… felt something touch him yesterday. Touch us. A dense energy, like a warning. Or a promise of something I don’t know yet.” The room fell silent for a few seconds. Until Sasha gasped dramatically: “I just wanted to remind everyone that I survived the frozen north, killed an ice dragon with a silver spoon, and still haven’t received any recognition.” Susan smiled despite the tension. “Sasha… one day I’m going to write a chronicle just about your poetic lies.” “That’s the closest thing to a compliment I’ve ever gotten from you,” he replied triumphantly. Alexei checked the tablet and cleared his throat.