Sasha X Marcy Novels & Stories

She barely has anything left hanging up - most of her stuff is either on her bed or in one of the various suitcases. "The Italian place, the fancy one. We should get dressed up," Charlotte grins, her eyes flashing as she mindlinks their other friend and her mate. Marcy and Shawn are one of the best pairings that Conrad has ever seen - Marcy is a nurse and works as a receptionist in the pack's clinic, and Shawn is a disaster who works with the warriors. He's always injured, and she's constantly patching him up.

As the wall was down between them, they began loving each other the way they wanted to do it. The Alexander Project was going well and Lexingtons were almost back to their original glory, but the effects of the previous damage were still visible. The war for inheritance was on. Maria, Ryan, Camelia, Aunts, Uncles and Henry Lexington were out of the fight. There were only two possible inheritors. Rowan and Sara. Sara had worked diligently and she was in favor with Grandfather Magnus who trusted her more now. Sara had made sure that Silas never came face to face with her family again. She had tried her best to protect him in her own way.

Lily’s pov It felt great getting pampered and it was a nice distraction for Sasha. We got manicures and pedicures, facemasks and massages. At the end we got our hair done and our make-up. Sasha wanted to look nice for Oscar, although she was doubting herself at every turn. “I should have ended things months ago. What if we’re not mates. I should have stopped seeing Oscar after his 18th birthday. I am so dumb.” Sasha kept rambling on.

Yeah"? Xavier moved his knuckles on her cheeks making her smile. "That sounds good". She agreed. Xavier was about to get the tools he wanted to make the night special when his phone blared. "Marcus. We are bus....". "Lavish is on fire". Marcus barked in the phone and for a moment Xavier was frozen on his place listening to Marcus telling about his club on fire before he roared out loud. "You Bastardddddddd".... -------- Tabby

My world, once manicured to glossy perfection, now stank of desperation and spilled alcohol. “Sasha!” I screamed hoarsely. “Where the hell is my phone charger?” No answer. I kicked aside an empty bottle and stormed into the hallway, nearly tripping over my own bare feet. Marcyt’s room was empty. Her closet—open. Her suitcase? Gone. A note lay on the dresser. Jennifer, I’m sorry, I can’t do this anymore. I’ve stuck by you through everything, but I won’t be part of this implosion. I hope you get the help you need.

Amber Lane- Age: 18 Height: 5’9 Character: Sasha’s best friend and member of the ‘Panthers’. Tamara Dawson- Age: 18 Height: 5’7 Character: Close friends with Sasha and also a member of the ‘Panthers’. Valarie Anderson- Age: 18 Height: 5’8 Character: Close friends with Sasha and also a member of the ‘Panthers. She also struggles with confirming her sexual orientation. Jake McCoy- Dean’s friend. Kyle Martins- Dean’s friend.

Sasha was wearing black boots that added two to three inches to her height. 'What are you all doing here?' Cassandra asked while wiping her tears behind her eye glasses. She had difficulty seeing anything with her glasses off. ' What do you think, you b*tch?' Sasha snickered at Cassandra. She was already thinking the worst out of this situation. Her mother wasn't staying home this time of the week. She was out of town on a date with her new French boyfriend. And the only person she told this about is her boyfriend. That only means one thing, he told them when to attack her alone. 'Now girls, I don't want to be a part of this. And call me when you get finished.' he said and went past Cassandr

Olivia said, feeling a mix of concern and hope for her friend. *** Luna Camilla paced back and forth in her office, the rhythmic click of her heels echoing against the cold, sleek walls. Her brow furrowed in agitation, hands clenching at her sides as she replayed Marcus’s report in her mind. "A woman. Asher was seen with a woman," she muttered under her breath, her sharp eyes flicking towards Marcus, who stood by the door, looking unusually tense. "And what else? Do we know anything about her?"

“Sasha, get to Brad. Confirm what that shard’s doing. Marcus, cover her.” “On it,” Marcus said, his voice rough. “Sasha, move—left tunnel, now!” “Got it,” Sasha said, her voice sharp, footsteps echoing. “Levin, this witch—she knew my name. Like Tara told her.” “Tara told her?” I said, my voice tight, the shard’s pulse hammering. “Sasha, the voices say you’re hiding something! Are you still with the hunters?” “No!” Sasha snapped, her voice fierce. “Jerry, I’m with you! I fought Tara for you! Stop listening to that damn shard!”

"Please, Sir. Don't do that. I promise I will pay you. Please show some mercy." "This is my mercy, Mr. Rodrick. If you reject this, then I will kill you and your wife and take your daughter with me forcefully. Will that be a good option for you?" "No!" Sasha realized that the voice was of her own. She blinked, thinking of some other way. But nothing came to mind. "Please don't kill them. I will go with you." The last words were more of a whisper. She had no choice. Her life was already messed up. She had accepted it from the day her father walked into the roads of gambling and alcohol consumption. There were times when she tried to end herself, but the pain stricken face of her mother and fa