Sasha X Mikasa Novels & Stories

Sasha nodded slowly. “I promise.” They remained like that, in silence, with the forest covering them like a dome. Until the sound of a distant engine forced them to react. Eros stood up instantly. “I think they're looking for us. It's time to go.” Sasha got up. Without saying a word, she slung her backpack over her shoulder and climbed onto the motorcycle. When Eros started it up, she wrapped her arms around him again. This time... tighter. Her heart was racing in her chest, but she wasn't trembling anymore. And he, for the first time in hours, smiled.

He says. "Okay." I say. "Okay?" He asks sounding surprised. "Yeah isn't that what you want?" I ask. "Okay I'm coming over right now." He says. "No let's talk on the phone, right now." I say. "We're meant to be Alexis, even the whole universe agrees to that." Mason says and I laugh. "Really? How can we be, when you can't be intimate with me." I say and it's his turn to laugh. "Alexis we're very intimate, in fact are you forgetting we have a sex tape to prove it." Mason says and I can feel him smirking.

Alpha Asher's voice was rough and commanding, "My men will be going around the room to help with your techniques." "Lola." His deep voice pulled me from my explicit thoughts. Mason gave me a sympathetic look, while Breyona smirked. I walked over to Alpha Asher, my heart thumping in my chest. My heart nearly stopped entirely when Chelsea twitched up to Alpha Asher. She was wearing a sports bra that must've been four sizes too small. Her bre*sts were nearly popping out of the low cut tank top she wore. Her shorts were hiked up so high the bottoms of her b*tt cheeks poked out.

"Her name is Sasha and she's very tough." That very moment when Yuki mentioned that name made him froze. It can't be the same Sasha who kicked his balls. It just can't be!

What the fuck is this? “Do you want a coffee?” Sasha’s voice cuts through the air, casual and light, as though nothing is wrong. I spin around to face her, my hand clutching the camera I just found. “What the fuck is this?” My voice comes out as a roar, my anger barely contained. She stops, tilting her head, and then smirks. “Extra reassurance,” she says nonchalantly. “I’ve watched some of the videos, you know. They’re... quite entertaining. Especially last night’s.” Her lips curl into a wicked grin as she steps closer.

This made Lydia and Mikael burst out in laughter. “We need to set a date as to when we will be off to Kansas.” Sasha said this made Lydia frown, “Why? Do you need to put in holidays at work? Is your boss an asshole?” She asked through narrowed eyes. Sasha just rolled her eyes. “I hate being away from the pack, for the last year all we have been doing was having unplanned trips.” She whined.

– Sasha said, showing the photo of a tall man with a turban and red skin. - What about you? – Sasha asked her. - I was chosen by two clients, but I haven't met with the other one yet. – Then Silvia showed the photos on her tablet. - Interesting, caught by Poison's partners, lucky one. - The other said. That's when the other girls arrived, Miki came right after, with a tired expression and dark circles under her eyes. - What happened to you? – Another Chinese woman asked her. - Sex all night without sleep. – She said.

Sasha said. He stole a glance at her before putting his phone away. “It’s fine. I’m sorry about the kiss. I should have known you weren’t Zoe.” Sasha cleared her throat. “It’s fine.” They turned to the large screen as the movie played. She tapped her feet to the ground, trying to stop her throbbing clit. Gael was close to her, and she could feel him. She couldn’t take it anymore. It’s now or never. She believed that it was fate that brought them together and not coincidence.

"Mica... what are you doing here?" The name feels like poison in the air between us. "I think you have me confused with someone else," I say with a polite smile that doesn't reach my eyes. "My name is Sasha." She stumbles backward like I've struck her. "Impossible. You…But you... you're supposed to be..." "Dead?"

asked Acheros in a tone that could clearly describe his annoyance. Sasha who was sitting with her legs crossed on the edge of the bed smiled. She stood up and walked over to her future husband. Acheros was silent, neither responding nor resisting when this woman rubbed her broad chest. "Don't you miss me? Why did you just let me go?" Sasha tiptoed her feet and whispered there, "Want to fuck? It's been two weeks since we did it. Don't you miss my touch? I really miss your touch, Acheros. Make me moan again like that time."