Emilie Sagee Novels & Stories

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."

There was nothing else to fix, now that Sage had seen me look like an insane woman. “This is Elara, your handmaid. She will be overseeing everything you do, from clothing to feeding, to making sure you are very comfortable.” Sage announced, his dark and shaft eyes boring holes into me, with no expression whatsoever. He looked refined, dressed in a black T-shirt and grey pants, his T-shirt buttons were loosened down to the third button. “Do you understand?” His question pulled me out of my thoughts. I glanced at the handmaid, apparently, and nodded, “Yes.”

"Seth Dawford told in a show that his ideal woman is you, and you're the one he wants to be his partner on the cover of a sexy magazine. What do you think about that?" I looked at Sage. He didn't give me any reaction, but his eyes were too dark. "As of now, I'm focusing on the works I left. But I'm not closing doors anyway," I answered. "Are you dating Raquim Sage of Mongreco Empire?" a reporter suddenly asked and I was stunned. Most of them turned to the man at the back. Sage just stood their ground calmly and proudly, as if he just didn't have the attention it was getting. I sighed and was speechless. Sage frowned at me as if asking why I wasn't answering.

Emily thank her best friend, sipping the alcohol in one go. "Are you sure you can go to school, in this condition?" Nice asked because her best friend now was a mess, her face and eyes were so red, if any paparazzi could come in now they would have loved to take photos of Mr. Hale's daughter, Emily. though she was just fifteen she was well known all over the internet for her life hack videos, her acting skills, her singing skills and let's not forget being the daughter of Mr. Hale, the CEO of N&H cooperations.

"Nothing can separate our love. Let's face this reality together." Sage snorted, her eyes flashing with anger. "This woman is not a match for me," she spat, her voice dripping with disdain. "This is truly an insult." With a flick of her wrist, Sage put the phone to her ear and dialed a number. "Father, it's me," she said, her voice sweet and innocent. "I need to tell you something. I just walked in on Reyes with his secretary. They were embracing, and Reyes was defending her against me. I think he's lost his mind, Father."

“Who could that be, I thought. “I will go and see who it is, baby, “ Sage says. So Eric and I were sitting at the table waiting for Sage to come back and finish eating and chit-chatting. Then suddenly I heard laughter, I looked up, and there was Melissa Miller from school, my best friend, and she was carrying something in a carrier in her hands, and also I noticed there beside her was Dean Knight. I was angry when I noticed it was him holding a baby bag. What did she have two babies too, oh my god, twins also? Man, these guys in this pack are giving more than one baby to the ladies in the pack, I thought, then I hear a chuckle in my head, I look up, and there is my sexy man, Sage, looking in

“Oh yeah, we know. You're the new girl. The one Elena dragged through.” “Dragged is harsh,” the artist said mildly, finally looking up. “ Try using sscorted. Persuaded.” “Kidnapped?” I offered. The petite one snorted. It was the first remotely human sound she’d made. “At least you’re not in denial about it. I’m Imara.” “Zara.” Purple-hair gave a little wave. “And the one pretending she’s too cool to care is Sage.” “I am too cool to care,” Sage said, but her lips twitched. “I’m just also curious.”

“Not as much as Lady Raptis, though.” Aunt Gilda rolls her eyes with disdain. “Yeah, the number one is Emily Raptis.” Cassie closes her eyes with a smile as Gilda applies the milk serum on her cheeks. She can’t wait to hear more about Emily. “Or, I should say…” Aunt Gilda murmurs. “Emilia Vásquez Pérez.”

Sage's mom cuts Damien off and says, "Yes. Damien is right. What interest do you have? You are to join the company as well." I gulped down a lump. "I haven't thought about it, but I've been planning on starting from scratch. I've always had a degree in technology; I mean, I graduated with a first-class degree in software engineering." "Woah! That's nice," Clause muttered, taken aback. Sage states this to me in shock, but I pretend I don't see his stare lingering on me. I shrugged, "Yes." "I'll send you the available spot, and you can decide where you want to fit in. I mean, with a brain like yours, it'll be good for the company," Sage's mom states.

“So you admit you hate me.” Sage paused, then shook her head. “I don’t hate you. I came here to pay respects to my parents, not to think about either of you.” She gestured toward the memorial. “After the divorce, you won’t need to hide behind ‘friendship’ anymore. You can be together openly.” I opened my mouth to defend Thea, but Sage only shrugged, already turning away. Sage’s POV The restaurant was loud with laughter and clinking glasses. Warm light reflected off the wooden tables, making the place feel alive in a way I hadn’t felt in years.