Sasha Waybright Novels & Stories

William.. Alex has become a torment in my life, thwarting all my attempts to keep her at bay. She is so different to handle, and I know I am foolish to admit it, but all I want is a semblance of peace of mind, yet now there seems to be no way I can get Sierra back into my life or protect my daughter.

Obviously, she is still deeply hurt. "But you know what happened? Cyrus, my dear brother attacked him and they wrestled. He punched him despite my request to let him go. He punched him until he bled. No one dared to stop him because everyone was scared of him. Even Tristan, Alicia and I couldn't stop him. He was beyond mad at Kristoff that he almost got him killed. Luckily, the teachers came and broke them off." I'm lost for words. I can clearly see an image of a furious Cyrus before me. It reminds me of the nights where he punched Tristan and Dylan. I got goosebumps. Cyrene then put on a straight face, almost with no emotions when she dropped the bomb.

I looked to see that my mate had sent me a text. PAULETTE: Good night, Babe! ME: Goodnight, sweetheart! I will call you tomorrow. XOXO PAULETTE: I look forward to it! :) XOXO I smiled as I put my phone back into my pocket. I couldn't wait to see her again! I miss her terribly and I just know that she will accept me, especially since her best friend was a werewolf, hopefully. I leaned up against the car and twirled the keys around my finger as I waited for Braxton. I heard a commotion down the street and saw Sally storming down the sidewalk. She was extremely pissed when she was fired and rejected by Braxton.

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.