Caty Sage House Novels & Stories

The operative spoke quietly. Deliberately. Like he was crossing a line he could never uncross. "Catherine has a compound. Upstate New York. Near the Canadian border. About twenty miles south of Massena." Santos burst in. "Keep talking." "It's remote. Private property. Two hundred acres. Gated. Heavy security. She's been using it for three months. Since you started closing in on The Covenant's New York operations." "Address?" "I don't have an exact address. It's off-grid. Private road. No mail delivery. But I can give you coordinates."

Sage does not waste time. The moment the thought of the coven crosses his mind, he grabs his coat and heads out. He had assumed he would let things cool, but he can't. Not right now. The coven house sits at the edge of the city, far fro the main pack territory. It is an old stone building surrounded by tall trees that has probably been standing longer than most of the people living in the region. Sage knows this place more than himself. He has been here countless times.

< LEWISTON MANSION > Sage Walked inside looking expressionless as usual the maid's greeted her but she ignored them. Sage is an adopted child of the Lewiston family , Mrs Lewiston could not produce a baby so she and her husband decided to adopt Sage when she was little. "My baby is finally back from school " Mrs Lewiston , said and hugged Sage who didn't reciprocate. "I made your favorite for dinner go and freshen up and come downstairs for dinner , your dad would be back from his business trip today I am going to my friend's place so make sure you have dinner " Mrs Lewiston said and a hit of fear flashed through Sage eyes.

CHAPTER ONE I tried getting up but Kate hands holds me down. I looked around the room . Its a four corner room with one window which is burglary proffed. The room is not well ventilated and we are ten sleeping in the room which makes it uncomfortable. I hate remembering how I got here. It was on my thirteenth birthday ,I was do happy that day my mom and dad took a day off from work and they asked me where i would love to go for my birthday,i wish I hadn't chosen to go to the amusement park .

Yeji took a glance at Atlas and said, "Ah! That's not fair to him." Before Alex could say anything, Atlas said with a loud tone while pointing at some houses beside the street, "There are three important houses. The right one is..." Catherine cut him off saying, "I know. It's my grandparent's house. My would-be father-in-law's parents. My mother's parents' house. It's also my village. I was born.. here." She hesitated while saying that. Her heart was becoming heavy.

"I think it's better to approach it in a friendly way." "Ms. Joyner, you are more intelligent than I imagined." Shane looked up with a smile, though one couldn't tell whether it was praise or a jest. Sage took it as a compliment. "Thank you, Mr. Morrison." Shane didn't dwell on it. He returned the investment plan to Sage and said, "I'll await your good news." … The next day, Sage got up early to dress up and headed to Benjamin's house. The Xeniths lived in a high-end estate within the city, which featured a courtyard and flower beds on the ground floor.

Maya I leave Sage exactly where she is, curled up into the armchair, Theo nestled against her chest, that familiar soft look on her face that only appears when she’s feeding him. She doesn’t notice me slip out, and I’m grateful for it, I need some air. The Wolfe house feels heavy. Beautiful, yes. Massive, polished, expensive in a way that whispers old money and quiet power. But it presses in on you, full of history that isn’t yours, secrets embedded into the walls like they were part of the foundation.

Thomas stared down at the table, his jaw tight. Theo leaned back slowly in his chair.“She knew,” he said quietly. About everything.” Thomas exhaled slowly.“And she still tried to give us a way out.” I folded the letter carefully.“We’re meeting the Sage family tonight.” Thomas looked up.“Your idea?” “No.”I glanced at the letter again.“Avia’s Later that evening The Sage estate looked nothing like the Kline house. Warm lights glowed through every window. Laughter drifted from inside before we even stepped through the door. The moment we entered, the atmosphere felt different, less like a battlefield and more like a home.

The double doors fly open before either adult can react, and Sage barrels into the room in oversized fuzzy slippers, clutching a small wooden wolf carving in one fist, sandy curls bouncing wild with every stride. Ash follows a half step behind with solemn dignity, holding Fern's hand steady as his sister balances a brand new sketchbook under one arm, gold eyes already drifting toward the window like something out there has already caught her attention. "Mom." Sage's whole face lights up as she launches herself straight at Cassian, who catches her easy with his good arm and swings her up against his chest without spilling a drop of the coffee still balanced in his other hand. "Uncle Ronan's b

He was also a hot-head, vindictive, and totally unpredictable. Sage continued down the driveway, approaching their ancestral home—a huge, sprawling marble mansion surrounded by dozens of acres, right on the river. They had homes all over the world, of course; they had grand castles, and marble townhomes, and fortresses, and entire islands. But of all the homes around the world, Sage liked this one the most. Tucked away, far from any main roads, nestled against the tranquil Hudson River, this one felt most like home. He loved to sit out on the balcony, especially late at night, under the moon, and watch the reflection of the water. It made him feel as if he were the only one left in the world