Emilie Sagee Novels & Stories

She knew that Jared would be working at the house and she needed his help getting things ready. Sage came in the house slamming doors and tossing her stuff onto the couch as she raced back toward her room so she could get ready. She wasn’t much for dressing up, but the woman inside her told her it was something she should go for it. Sliding the black dress over her head, Sage enjoy the feeling of power over people.

I took a deep breath and released it slowly. "Do you know someone who works at the entertainment club?" I asked. I saw she was lost for a second and it seemed her body got tense. She shook her head. "No..." she shortly replied. She reached for a glass of water and drank it straight. She looked really tense. "There is someone who works at the entertainment club who lives in your village," I opened up and started eating again. "Do you know someone named Magda? She's a good friend of mine," I asked and glanced in her direction.

Chapter 21 How Does She Know? Lyla Atelo. After Sage had left my office, I was bristled. Sara and Ivy pounded through the door once more to see me. I knew they were asking questions and rambling on about something, but my mind wasn't in the conversation. My ears kept on echoing Sage's words... I was his first? Like... I was the first woman he had ever had sex with, or did he mean I was the first older woman he had ever had sex with?

"That's right, madam, she replied. Lindsay Specter nodded, giving her an empty glàss of champagne for Emily. to hold. She walked over and stood next to Emily who hurriedly step back so that she wouldn't be standing the same level as Gabriel's mother. "Do you think that woman is pregnant?" Lindsay muttered making Emily stutter". "I think so madam, replied Emily politely, Lindsay snorted," A woman full of ambition, in this world she only love herself,how can she possibly share her live with her Future children, she chuckled when occasionally cough lightly. Emily just looked down without commenting.

She is a married woman, plus she’s like a worse version of her daughter, Julia. “ No.” I say in-between laughs. “ I’m going to get married to Emilia Peyton.” I say to him Emilia was a better option than Julia and from what I had seen on the media, she was even more beautiful. Scratch that, she was a goddess. She barely said anything on the social media but her beauty was enough to make people worship her. She wasn’t just beautiful, her body was to die for and even a workaholic like me, could never deny that fact.

: “So, so am I next, pl~ease I would like to go next. Hi, I'm Sunshine mister Naraja. I hope we get along all nice and dandy~.” Naraja felt two pokes come in from behind him and there he saw stood a little girl, Sunshine, looking no older, nor younger than 8 years old with two big 360-hoops in her hair fidgeting with the embroideries on her gothic long sleeve dress. Naraja took a closer examination of the dress and saw that it had a Victorian vintage tinge to it, but he had no idea as to how he knew that. Sunshine was an interesting girl, was what Naraja thought of, especially based off of her introduction a second ago, but even still with that one introduction that always shows a first-impr

My name is Asher Smith CEO of Ash group of companies the number one top manufacturing company in New York and all over the country you can call me a mega Billionaire and that is why I don't want to be tied down with b**ches who only comes to me because of my money and how I handle them in bed. The b**ch my step mother brought is not exclusive and will I say she is the worst. I wonder where my stepmother got heard from, who even made her think she can boss over my workers with her so-called title of a fiancee and always wearing skimpy dresses exposing an unattractive boobs thinking I will fall for that, she's not even my type. I picked up my car keys and left the office to the beach the beach

A nineteen-year-old who can't make contact with a table without causing a weather event. "Emily." My name cracks on the second syllable in her mouth. She clears her throat. Tries again. "Hi. I'm sorry. About the tea. And the standing. I stood up too fast, I do that when I'm nervous, I do a lot of things when I'm nervous, mostly break things, one time I broke a whole." She stops herself. Presses her lips into a line. Breathes through her nose. "I'm Sage." "I know."

It was far preferable to knowing-and witnessing-the fact that your parents had a more active sex life than you'd ever have. Not to mention how adventurous they can get. I still wasn't over seeing them doggy-style it on the staircase the day I moved back in. "I admit," Damien said, picking up his mug of coffee. "I am picky, but I have to be. I like my assistants to be... just so. And, honestly, Sage is a hard person to follow. She's worked here so She knows the business inside and out." "What happened to the person who covered her maternity leave?"

I say softly and then give Demi an excited smile before I watch Sage intently. When Sage opens her eyes again, they are the same milky white that they had been earlier. I resist the urge to shudder. A huge part of me is glad I won’t ever have to see myself this way, and I hope it won’t freak my bonds out. I wonder if it works with sunglasses on? That’s a question to ask Sage later. Sage releases Demi’s hands and turns towards the door. I move in front of her to open it and Sage moves with such grace that she appears to float. I wish I had a pen and paper to write my questions down as we go, but it’s too late now.