Caty Sage House Novels & Stories

“ Jasmine’s here. I’m going to show her my room. Be down in a sec.” She led me upstairs with a quick tour of the place. Unlike Tom’s room at the Lodge Leslie’s house was decorated everywhere. There were pictures of Tom throughout the house. One on a doily lined table at the top of the stairs, and a few of the two of them together on the walls. One of him and some persons I hadn’t met before but assumed were his Force brothers. There were signs of my mate everywhere. When I walked into Sage’s room my jaw dropped open. The place was done in browns and greens and felt very earthy. There was a warm soothing feel to it. And a big ficus in the corner.

Reyes and the camp maids, they’ve heard every single biting word. Kate’s face turns scarlet. She hurries to the door to disappear and retreat across the eight yards to her room in the 2nd house, the Latte House. As she swings open the door of the Main House, out of the corner of her eyes, she sees one person, Nathan, raise his right hand in the three-finger salute from Hunger Games.

Sage's Residence Sage drove through the automatic gate of his home. It was one of the cherished tech-infused appliances he got from Niche group of companies. The gate only opens to cars that have been authorized by the owner. Sage got down from the car and entered his home, the heavy front door clicking shut with the muffled sound of high-end precision. The four-bedroom duplex was a masterpiece. It was a space where simple lines met immense luxury.

Chapter Thirty Three Dark Intentions Sage chewed on her lip on her drive toward Megan’s house. She had walked up the brick path. It wasn’t but a second before she answered the door. “What’s wrong?” Megan asked startled by the look on Sage’s face. “I have a big problem.” Sage answered chewing her lip. “Really? Ok then explain.” Megan had stepped aside so Sage could come in. That is when Sage had gone into the story of how Catlin had found her and she had made quick work of her or, so she had thought.

We were currently inside one of the house and inside there were lights hanging from above, but none of it was enough to create this much warmth. “We’re home!!” Sage called out slumping against one of the wool bags that sat at the edge of the curve. The woman with her had disappeared further into the house and sage remained on the spot. “I wish i could spend the entire day outside.” She grumbled and moved to her back. The snow flakes fell off gently and she reached for the top of her head and tapped on it brushing a large amount of it away.

I say as I slip on the blindfold. Beta Kyle clears his throat. "He said he doesn't need to meet another slave. It's odd, but King's orders so to Mrs. Bates". Kyle said while holding my arm and leading me through the door. The moment he led me through the door, that intoxicating smell grew more robust, making Sage also pace my mind. 'Sage, what's wrong?' Sage shook her wolf head, 'I don't know.' She admitted. 'I don't like what that smell does to us,' Sage added. 'I agree,' I replied, "if I didn't know better, I'd say it was our mate. Sage and I both laughed. We knew second chance mates don't happen often, and certainly not to half-breeds.

“I really need to find Elena—Ms. Thorne—and get my actual bearings. I don’t even have a room yet.” “Please. Elena has bigger fish to fry than a runaway Prime,” Imara dismissed with a wave of her hand. “You’ll be fine for two hours. Come on, we’re heading to the Hearth House. They have the good stuff tonight.” “The Hearth House is where everyone goes to blow off steam,” Sage explained, finally looking up from her pad. “It’s underground, soundproof, and the alcohol is magically regulated. No one gets blackout drunk, only blissfully buzzed.”

“You’re the strongest person I know, Sage. Our son is lucky to have you as his mother.” Tears blur my vision. “Hormones,” I mutter, wiping at them. “Love,” he corrects, pulling me closer. “Just love.” The next morning, we pack and head to the Moonhaven estate. The place is already buzzing with activity-caterers setting up, florists making final adjustments, security doing sweeps of the grounds. “Your suite is ready,” Catherine says, guiding me upstairs to a beautiful room overlooking the gardens. “Everything you need is here. The dress, the jewelry, everything.”

When they finally broke apart, Nikko reached down and scooped Sage up into his arms like she was weightless. He carried her into the cabin and set her down on a large four-poster bed in the middle of the room. Sage looked around and saw that there were no windows in this room, only candles lit everywhere casting a warm glow that made Sage feel like she was somewhere magical.

she smiles at him “Alright. Goodnight” Sage Henri ambled out of Sophia's house. Outside of her house looks gorgeous. It has been built with finestone and has white pine wooden decorations. Small, rounded windows add to the overall look of the house. The roof is high and pyramid shaped and is covered with black roof tiles. One large chimney sit at the side of the house. A few large windows let in just enough light to the rooms below the roof. The house itself is surrounded by a well kept garden. Grass, flower patches and trees have been placed in a stylish way. The flowers give a beautiful scent to the house coated in red paint. Sophia’s favorite flower, a white rose sits on one of her window