Emilie Sagee Novels & Stories

Whoa! " SAGE! Forgive my son, please." Mrs.Romano cries, but Sage ignores her gracefully. " What about these two?" Elliot rolls his eyes, gesturing towards Mrs.Romano and Sofia. " Please. Let us go." Sofia cries. " Put them somewhere they learn to understand other's pain and quit being selfish." She mumbles. " Nun?" One of Elliot's man suggests. Sage nods, agreeing to his words before her gaze drops to Hades. Something flashes into her eyes, it wasn't anger or disappointment like others, it was something else. Something like . . . Love?

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?"

EMBER "Zaire Langston Hughes, the CEO of Sarte group, confirms dating rumours with the supermodel Selene Hudson." It felt like a joke. Like her eyes were tricking her into seeing things, that's how shocking it was for her. And it threw her down the spiral of denial immediately.

“Didn’t your sister tell her how to dress for dinner at a King’s table?” “Fuck. Me.” I mutter under my breath, ignoring Eris completely. Sage is walking toward me in a pale pink cocktail dress that suits her porcelain skin perfectly. It’s demure, with a boatneck and capped sleeves, probably chosen to hide her wounds. But fuck if the satiny material doesn’t cling to her in all the right places.