Sasha X Niccolo Novels & Stories

Sasha Morris, a Norwegian, had her gray hair loose and wet, she was an exchange student, with whom Silvia had met at college, at least a day ago. - So, how was it for you? – Sasha asked her. - The sex was good, he didn't cum inside me. – Silvia said. - They don't do that before putting Dio in, Sasha said. - How long have you been doing this? – Silvia asked her. - 3 months. – Sasha said. - I still have only one client, I'm exclusive. – Sasha said. – He's an Arab sheik. – Sasha said, showing the photo of a tall man with a turban and red skin.

“ Please, Sasha, help me, your master hates me, he wants to send me to the mafia Dons if I refuse to be his sex slave. You know how awful it is to have sex against your will and get physically and mentally abused.” She hung her head down and sniffed I hugged her and whispered “I'm sorry for talking about this and reviving those tormenting memories, but I really need your help”. “I will help you, but promise me you won't get caught or will be in big trouble.” “Thank you, thank you. I will never forget your kindness,“ I happily engulfed her in a tight hug. ********************* Everything was going according to plan, Later on, Sasha brought me dinner. When the guards unlocked the door for her

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!

and still believed. Sasha arrived alone. She wore a black outfit with clean lines, elegant and sober. Her hair was loose, her lips barely glossed, and her whole being showed that she was slowly leaving the girl behind. Simple, but impossible to ignore. She walked with the confidence of someone who has forced herself to harden her soul. But her eyes, as soon as she crossed the entrance, sought him out. She didn't admit it. But she did. Eros was there too. He was talking to Dominic and Natalia, but only with his mouth. His body was present. The rest... had long since gone.

Sasha sat across from Nicholas at a cozy little café. The air between them was thick with unspoken tension as they sipped their drinks. She had been rehearsing this conversation in her mind, but now, as the moment was here, it was harder than she thought. "Nicholas, I need to talk to you about something important," she stated, her voice steady but soft. Nicholas gave her an encouraging smile. "Go ahead. What’s on your mind?" Taking a deep breath, Sasha spoke quickly, wanting to get it out. "I can’t be your girlfriend. I know you asked me to think about it, but I’m in love with someone else."

“Sasha. Would you do me the honor of a dance?” The world seemed to still. She looked to Mazzo, searching for a way out. Mazzo’s jaw ticked. “She’s my fiancée. I don’t think that’s a good idea.” Nico smiled, slow and infuriating. “Are you afraid your fiancée will fall in love with me after one dance?” Mazzo’s grip turned to stone. Lenny’s brows lifted in warning amusement. Before anyone could stop it, Nico had taken Sasha’s hand.

Very careful. Sasha stood slowly, meeting Luca’s intense gaze. She didn’t flinch as his eyes roamed over her, taking in every inch of her body. “I’m not a pawn,” she said, her voice laced with defiance. “Not anymore.” Luca’s smirk returned, but there was something darker behind it now. He stepped closer, his body just inches from hers, the heat of his proximity sending a rush of conflicting emotions through her. Desire and danger coiled together, tightening like a noose around her senses.

“Because Clarissa… she’s been watching her too.” “What does Clarissa want with Chelsea?” I asked. “I don’t know everything,” Sasha admitted. “But I know Chelsea isn’t just some smart girl caught in the middle. She’s been planning something for a long time.” I felt a slow smile form on my lips. “Yeah,” I said softly. “I figured that much.” Sasha grabbed my arm suddenly. “Nicho, listen to me. You need to stay away from her.” I looked down at her hand, then back up at her face.

SASHA'S POV “It's fine, you don't need to apologize, I can totally understand you,” I told her, while she smiled. “Anyways, I'm Rita, and you are?” She said, stretching out her hands to me, which I took without thinking twice. “I'm Sasha, and it's so nice to meet you,” I said, while her smile only deepened. “So are you the one that stole thebig boss's heart here?” She asked me, pointing at Alex, who wasn't looking our way.

Suddenly nicholas took hold of my wrist start dragging me towards his car I tried to remove his hand but his grip tighten. After reaching a high end restaurant we meet Mr.brown whose company we need. Mr.brown eyed from me from head to toe, I felt uncomfortable then he greeted Nicholas and then me "what a beautiful lady you have nicholas as a P.A. , what's your name beautiful?" Mr. Brown aksed "Rosaliya" i said then he kissed the back of my hand I felt disgusted. Suddenly nicholas snaked his arm around my waist pulled me to him. His body was rigid and tense with clenched jaw as if he wants to punch something. Nicholas stark: