Angie Sage Books Novels & Stories

If only that was possible with the boys having to contain two active boys is taking a toll on her body she feels ten months pregnant instead of six as time goes on she's gonna need help a full time nanny and with her salary here at the library she doubts it would be possible unless after the birth she gets two jobs. Four months ago after visiting Sean for a few days Sage had book herself a ticket and moved to Alaska she and the boys are staying in a small town called Whittier the people here are very friendly they welcomed her with loving arms and didn't ask questions within her first month of staying here she had gotten this job at the library she's making sure the place is clean that all t

Sage looked into that angel’s eyes, and it fucked him, right in the chest. She blushed, quickly glancing around as the words left his mouth. "I think you’re mistaking me for someone else." "No, I’m not," Sage growled. He moved closer. Fuck, Sophie knew every single survival instinct in her should have had her moving in the opposite direction. She knew self-preservation and common sense should have had her running the hell away from this pretty little trouble in a suit. But that was not going to happen. Because of Sage, the rest of it disappeared. Common sense, self-preservation — all of it came second to her, and all with one damn look.

This is dangerous, but I already agreed so I start breathing through my mouth as I walk in, looking at everything with curiosity. Angie’s big bed is full of cushions, she has an open closet with lots of fabrics hanging and falling all over the place. She has a little desk with a sewing machine and a mannequin on one side. A big desk full of books and her computer. Framed posters on her walls of what I imagine are important humans, a pile of magazines in the cabinet next to her bed and a huge full length mirror. "Breathe normally and don't tense your shoulders," Angelique instructs me, pulling me out of my transe. She takes a small notebook and pen from her desk and moves closer to me, liftin

Hello Wonderful Readers, Thank you for joining me on Sage and Alaric's journey! As always with my books, there will be ups and downs, bumps in the road, mysteries to be solved, plenty of spice, and a guaranteed HEA. Sage is a bit different from my other characters in that she's lived a very sheltered life and, apart from the cruelties she's suffered, is completely innocent. For that reason, her story will be more of a slower burn, but I promise to turn up the heat with no looking back when the time is right!

"She trains too, when she's ready. Her path is different from yours but it runs the same direction." I look at my daughter's door. The night light inside makes the gap at the bottom glow faint orange. She's fine. She's safe, right now, in this moment. I stand up. Sage reaches into her coat again and pulls out a book. Old, the way genuinely old things are, not decorative-old, not vintage-old, but the kind of worn that comes from actual use across actual generations. The cover has no title. The spine is cracked in three places. She sets it on the table and opens it to a page near the front. The writing inside is in a script I don't recognize but somehow feel, like a vibration in the back of my

“I will have you know, Omega, I don’t like being disrespected, especially by worthless omegas like you.” Sage breathes heavily on the dirty floor, unable to move. He can feel blood at the corner of his mouth. He grits his teeth. Suddenly, his neck is grabbed again, and he’s pulled back. His green eyes blaze with anger and fire. “You’ll never get away with this.” And if Sage gets out of here alive, he’s going to stab a knife through the alpha’s throat and watch him bleed out with glee. The alpha deserves worse than death. Anger rushes through Sage till it almost takes over the pain in his bones and chest.

Angie said, flashing Aurora a heart sign and then pulling out her phone. Just as Aurora reached the door, Angie suddenly let out a loud exclamation. Aurora turned around. "What happened?" "That damn author actually insulted me!" Angie shouted. Aurora walked over to the bed. "What are you talking about?" "I've been reading a novel for the past few months, and it's written so poorly it drives me crazy. I've been insulting the author for months, and now the author dared to insult me back! This is too much!" Angie replied angrily.

I brought up a lot of things since Angelo's books and there's a lot of connections that you all will understand in the end. Dean's book will.. have around 50 chapters or maybe more.

I will really appreciate your engagements on this particular book 'cos this is my first Paranormal book. Also, please do not forget to vote and leave your reviews. Arigató #Sage Veth

I grind my teeth, wondering if Angie has him under one of her little spells again. Angie is a witch. And from what I remember, her special practice was to do with mind control... Once she made us clean her room for her! We weren't mad at her, we were impressed. But if she could do that when she was 10 years old, just what is she capable of doing now?