Sasha Waybright Novels & Stories

Sasha “Is this what you had in mind, Luna Sasha?” Luna Odessa asked me after she got closer to me. I forced a smile on my lips, giving her an affirmative nod. We met at the last brunch I attended, and among all those Lunas I met that day, she was the only person who seemed to be interested in getting to know me. “It is better. I am just glad that the shelter will have everything it needs,” I say to her, bringing the glass of champagne to my lips. She is a woman in her late fifties and has a son who married an omega.

Thankfully, Imogen does not remember anything about the incident and I hope it would remain that way. The bathroom door creaked open behind me. Sasha walked in, towel pressed to her damp hair. She froze when she saw me, then smiled like this was just another morning after a party. Like she had not tried to kill someone last night. In that moment she looked just like her father, Robert Padalecki. It didn’t matter that Sasha took her mother’s maiden name, West, she was just as evil as her father. “Mason,” she said, her voice light. “I didn’t hear you come in.”

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.

For six years, Sasha sacrificed everything she could caring for the Westfields, she faced humiliations and taunts but still consoled herself to not hold it against them because they were family. Not until they left her to die in the stairwell with no seat in the evacuation convoy during the outbreak. She thought that was the end, but the System rebooted and sent her back seven weeks earlier before the outbreak. Now, while that family is looking for ways to use her again, she is building a strong medical fortress and waiting for them to come begging.

I shuttered as I replied hurriedly. "That settles it, Welcome to the Wild Crest Pack, Evelyn." The Alpha smiled as he looked at me. "Thank you very much, Alpha," I said, trying to force myself to bow, but I was too weak to do anything. I stumbled back to the floor when I tried to get up. "Evelyn, there's no need for you to thank me, I can see that you've been through enough." The Alpha smiled as he stood up from his seat walking slowly towards me.

I’m really sorry, I am deeply sorry and I really wish a day will come that you will trust me again and love me wholeheartedly once more. Send my love to the kids, tell them I will see them soon and they will always be in my thought. You will always be in my thought. Please take good care of yourself….I love you Michael, always have, always will. Sasha. Chapter one “Christopher Michael Brown, if you don’t come down here in the next minute you are not going to like me,” Sasha screamed at the stairs before checking her bag to make sure she had everything she wanted. Then placing it on the dolphin fountain, she turned to the little girl beside her and wiped clean the crumbs of cookie she just fi

Together, they embarked on a journey of healing, where the scars of the past could be soothed and transformed into stories of resilience. Days turned into weeks as Sasha immersed herself in the healing rituals of the sanctuary. Under the guidance of skilled healers, her physical injuries gradually mended, while the deep emotional wounds were addressed with compassion and understanding. Through meditation, herbs, and ancient remedies, Sasha began to reclaim her sense of self and find the strength to confront the demons that had driven her down a dark path.

Sasha, who was in designer joggers and sneakers and slouched on a couch, listened before replying: “The CEO of the McKinney Empire shakes in his boots for nervousness.. Sweet headline.” Neo darted a fierce look in her direction, which drew more laughter from her. Then, he pounced on her, softly banging a nearby cushion on her temple. The age difference between them was just a couple of years, so they'd always interacted like twins. While Neo had been groomed to take over the family business, Sasha had been allowed to pick and choose a career, and she'd decided to delve into entertainment. But despite their differences in career paths, they'd remained the tightest of siblings.

Sasha said smoothly, her lips curving like she already knew what buttons to press. I gave a small, professional smile. “Thank you, Sasha. It’s great to be here.” “Top three, huh?” she leaned in, her glossy brown eyes gleaming. “How does it feel to be standing shoulder to shoulder with names like Sabrina Blake and Gwen Rodriguez?” “It’s surreal. A lot of hard work, sleepless nights, and sacrifice… but I’m honored. Those women are powerhouses.” "And now, you're one of them," Sasha said, before sipping her tea—literally and figuratively.

She had to admit he was clever. “Are you ready to battle?” Sasha bumped into her. Sasha was the only woman except for Hellen that she talked to. Sasha's striking appearance was marked by a crown of bright red, curly hair that cascaded around her face, framing her intense, piercing blue eyes. Her skin was speckled with freckles, adding to her unique beauty. But her appearance was only the beginning of what made Sasha remarkable. Her talent as a tracker was unparalleled, as it was whispered that she could identify the date, sex, and age of a culprit simply by sniffing their tracks. Her gift extended to all creatures, whether human or animal, and her skill was widely acknowledged. Sasha cast a