Emilie Sagee Novels & Stories

Cole's doing a great job of distracting her, so I don’t have to worry about her interrupting my day by going over to Xavier. Sage's dress is a beautiful shade of green that perfectly matches her eyes. The dress strikes a balance between daring and elegant, featuring a thigh-high slit and tasteful display of cleavage. Cole looks a little terrified and I don’t blame him. It looks like Sage could eat him for breakfast. With a toss of her long, dark brown hair, she turned to scan the room, eventually meeting my gaze. As soon as she puts on the fake smile, I know something is off. I see Xavier's attention shift in the same direction as mine, and it all makes sense.

She thought that it was her normal hallucinations again and continued to wipe his body with a serious and unwavering expression. She meticulously wiped his body from head to toe without leaving any part of his body. At first, she had been shy but both Theo and Eliphas had encouraged her to do it, saying that such actions would cement the relationship between the two of them so that even if Ashton woke up someday, there won't be any form of awkwardness between the two. Maya agreed in the end because she felt that it was her responsibility to take care of Ashton. He was her mate and her savior, if she did not take care of him, then who will?

She felt relieved when she closed the doors and went back to her seat. Like any other assassin, she had done her research. She was iconic in the fashion industry and had her own fashion line and was an investor in many popular cloth and shoe brands. She was rich, famous and was head over heels for Levi Wushi. However, even though she had everything she could ever want, she couldn't get any love or affection from Mr. Wushi.

Maybe she was being unfair to him. Emma's frown deepened as she listened to Coyle's explanation. The revelation about his wife's condition and her tendency to self-harm caught her off guard. She hadn't anticipated such a deeply personal and sensitive issue. It was clear that Coyle had come forward to clear Elaine's name and shed light on the truth. As the crowd absorbed the information, a wave of empathy and understanding washed over them. The initial anger and suspicion towards Elaine began to dissipate, replaced by a sense of remorse and sympathy. People started to realize that their assumptions had been misguided, and their treatment of Elaine had been unfair.

“I haven't introduced myself properly,” Sage snaps his head over to the woman; he can still feel the sting of her slap against his jaw. She steps forward. “I am Elizabeth. I'm in charge of taking care of the omegas who are to share the alpha's bed, and you are my 27th guest. Now I am going to expect you to behave and know your purpose of being here today.” She motions with her hand at the maids, and suddenly, they are all standing around Sage. “You will be cleaned and prepared,” she continues. “The Alpha will not see filth.” The maids grab his arms. Sage struggles against them, but there are too many hands holding him. Everything happens too fast as they strip him completely, leaving him bar

responded the lady. "hello. I'm Angela smith. nice to meet you?" started I. "oh God. daddy." responded she. "just let her in honey. you don't want Beth to find her standing at the door." "sure... sorry miss smith. my name is um... Jennifer miller. please come in."

Only Directors have Sigma clearance. This means that not even Karen Anderson is able to check her own file. It seems a trifle strange. Ingrid has checked her own file quite a few times out of curiosity. She knows that if the company turned against her and wanted her dead they would probably not make it public on the company intranet. With this revelation, her lip twitches ever so slightly into a sneer. She whispers, so that the other inhabitant of the room won’t hear. “So if that’s the case Karen, why the hell do the Directors have your personnel record locked up?”

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?"

Her breath suddenly became labored, as if she was having a major panic attack. "Haven't you ever been pregnant before?" Elizabeth bellowed at her angrily. "I... I didn't buy any c-crabs when I was p-pregnant..." Sage replied, stuttering and averting her eyes from Elizabeth's gaze out of fear. All of a sudden, however, she raised her head and shot an accusatory glace at Hazel. Coldly, she said, "Mrs. Elizabeth, I just remembered: she was the one who let the chef make spicy crabs today! She must have done it on purpose! She must have wanted Miss Valery to lose her child!" Now that Sage had found a scapegoat in Hazel, she would do everything to shift the blame to her.

Sage can handle themselves, but they are demisexual and don’t react well to crossed boundaries. “I… I don’t think that’s necessary.” Leo blinked, as shocked as me, when Sage turned and smirked instead of hitting the person. They were too far away to hear what was being said, but I feel Sage isn’t in danger. ‘Go meet Leo’s dad. I… I just found my mate. So I might be a bit.’ Sage advised through our link. ‘Holy SHIT! Way to go!’ I shouted back, happy for them. No more being the seventh wheel in our family.