Sasha X Mikasa Novels & Stories

Sasha quips with a clap of her hands, her vibrant red nails glinting under the light. “You’re not mad at me?” I ask hesitantly, glancing between them. “Heck no!” they chorus again, and now I’m convinced they share some sort of telepathic link. We all burst into giggles, the absurdity of it lightening the moment. “Does he know?” Sasha asks, her green eyes softening with warmth. “He does,” I say, and the way they both look at me—so full of tenderness and unspoken support—makes me squirm.

​He crashed his lips onto mine. ​It wasn't a kiss of comfort. It was a weaponized collision of two souls that had been starved for a millennium. The "Sexual Tension" we had been bottling up in that penthouse exploded. ​The "Sin-Eater" shrieked. ​The grey mist he was weaving turned into a blinding, incandescent violet. The air in the server room began to crackle with ozone as the "Forbidden Touch" surged through our bonded skin. It wasn't the weight of the past that hit Kaelen now—it was the raw, unadulterated fire of the Tenth Life’s craving.

Was he the one I saw with various girls in our department all the time? "I'm familiar with him..." "Yeah, you might know him, he's so friendly that all the girls in our department are his friends... or flings?" Sancha joked. "There's no doubt that he's friendly, just looking at him here gives me the impression that he has the lightest personality of all of them." "On his side is Primiel Jaxson Legazpi. " My gaze travelled to the man with a bad boy appearance. His brows had a slit, and his diamond earring was gleaming. His pointed nose complemented his prominent cheekbones.

he scoffed, I tried to open my locker, but Damario slammed it shut with his foot. He leaned his massive frame against the locker, arms crossed, eyes blazing with challenge. "And how do you know I hate swimming? You're so obsessed with me you've been running background checks?" The idea was laughable, like I had time for that level of petty nonsense. "Say what you want," I hissed, stripping off my damp briefs and stepping under the scalding water. "Heard it's your birthday today. Any luck finding your Alpha mate?" Damario sneered, stepping into the adjacent shower stall.

“Angel, I’ve got this.” “Alright, Mr. Warlord.” I nodded, though my fingers curled into fists at my side. Sasha squealed as Misha kissed her one last time, then he leaned over to steal a quick kiss from me too. Then he was gone, the door shutting behind him. Sasha hummed to herself as she tapped her spoon against her plate, already distracted by the strawberry halves I’d cut for her. But me? My chest felt tight. I swallowed, forcing a smile for Sasha’s sake. I reached for my coffee again—

Sasha laughed out loud, holding her belly, while the two turned around to look at her, perplexed. Sasha apologized, "Sorry, I wasn't even paying attention to what you guys were discussing." She raised her hands to show them a meme on her phone that made her laugh. "But if I may ask, I know Raven has an unrealistic love for money, but Lexi, you seem serious about this thing. Do you plan on participating in the talent show?"

My heart was thumping and racing like it was in a marathon race as I got wet in between my thighs. Xander broke the kiss and whispered the sweetest thing I had ever heard in my entire life. "Let's head over to my pack house. In the Alpha's chamber. There I will make you mine FOREVER... " The End.

Frowning, Samson stared quizzically between the two ladies. Something wasn't right, he probably thought. However, he seemed to have absolutely no idea on what was going on. "Well, too bad. I'd love to continue chatting but we need to go home." Sasha stood up, fixing the big, black shirt she was wearing. She liked it because it hid her growing bump pretty well. "Home?" Claire flushed. "Yeah, that's what I said." Sasha huffed a small laugh, imagining the ideas lurching in Claire's mind as though she lived in it. Perhaps Samson had become her lover in the her psyche. How silly!

] Then, after a short pause: Athena: [But tomorrow morning, you might have to deal with him alone.] I read the message. Once. Twice. In the next room, Max made a sound through the baby monitor, then went quiet again. My house stayed still. The ocean beyond the windows was dark, the city lights scattered far below the hill. I looked at the agenda again. Sasha Rivera. Rafael Moretti. Athena Cole—maybe. Suddenly, the third name looked like a promise written in pencil.

“Whatever happens… Whomever you’re about to see, stay strong! Keep you cool! Do your job and walk away.” Stopping the Discovery, Veronica opened the door and started to get out. Let the games begin! Don’t back down now! They met on the paved portico. Sasha opened the massive front door just as Veronica mounted the last step. She stopped the minute she saw him and gave him a quick glimpse. Her stomach did some flip-flops but she managed to keep her composure. He hadn’t changed, but then why should he have? Sasha still looked exactly the same. Tall, broad-shouldered, with the smooth warm skin of a countryman, his jeans were clinging softly to the taut muscles of his long legs.