Halston Sage Hot Novels & Stories

My chest was bubbling with happiness. "Mind if I cut in?" I spun around to see Wes. A playful grin was playing on his lips, his eyes twinkling with amusement as he took a look at me. "Be my guest handsome." Sage let go of my hands, pushing me towards him. "Keep it PG, you two. We have little cousins running around here." Sage winked as she skipped off to get another drink. My hands had fallen onto Wes's chest as I looked up at him with my eyes squinted. "I have to admit, you do look fine in a suit, Mr.Hamilton."

Sage felt a burning pain in his arms and legs as he struggled against the Askelon shackles, to no use. He hung there, on the huge Askelon cross, his arms bound on either side of them, his legs tied below, and looked out and saw thousands of his kind, more of his people than he’d ever seen gathered in one place, all swarming around the grand hall in Boldt Castle. It was an immense hall, hundreds of feet high, shaped in an arch, and they swarmed about in agitated chaos, some of them buzzing through the air, others pacing the ground, while Sage hung there, in the center, an object of display and scorn.

Actually, I'm opening dinner. Sage approached the counter and looked at the plates. "Did you open all that I have?" "Ah, not all. Am I staying away from pigeon pate? Seriously?" Sage takes it from her hand and smiles. "I got it from a girl…" He cleared his throat. "I got it in Paris."

Not with this twisted bond between the three of us. In the dim light of the room, I hadn’t fully registered it before, but now, as I held her close, I saw it clearly—she was breathtaking. Sage wore a deep red dress that clung to her curves, the fabric shimmering faintly as it hugged her body in all the right places. The slit along her leg revealed smooth, toned skin, and as her body relaxed in my arms, I couldn’t help but notice the grace she carried, even in her drunken state.

Cassandra I heard the steel doors clang shut, and it sent a jolt of heat and excitement through my body where I stood underneath the icy shower. He shouldn’t be here. But a part of me was ecstatic that he was, especially the part that was pulsating with want. ‘He’s coming for us, honey,’ Sage purred. Her voice sounded smug, as if she planned everything. “You did this.” I accused her. “You made this worse.” My body felt as if I were on fire, the heat pulsing through my nerve endings, electrifying my most intimate parts. One touch and I would certainly combust.

But all that comes out of my mouth is a stiff, “She sure does.” The saleswoman beams, like she just solved some puzzle. “I will bring the right heels for her.” She walks off, leaving us alone. Silence presses between us, thick, hot, dangerous. Sage turns to face me fully, her hands smoothing the dress down her sides, like she’s suddenly shy. “Is it okay?” she asks softly. Okay? Holy. Hell. I can’t look at her without feeling heat pool dangerously low in my body. Without imagining things I shouldn’t.

The Obsidian black Mercedes S650 which Amelia rode to church the other day pulled right in front of Mrs Steels just outside the front porch. Dressed in sky blue BOTTEGA VENETA Patent Stretch Leather Dress, paired with AMELIE BERTRAND's handbag from Louis Vuitton's ARTYCAPUCINE collection, a dark Gucci sunglasses and a black Christian Louboutin heels, Amy was ready for the day. Her hair which was styled in a messy bun sitting inches just above the nape of her neck spoke more of 'simple and classy'.

— Turn. His voice is low, hoarse, an order that brooks no hesitation. I swivel in place, offering my back to his inspection. Behind me, Isadora sits in a red velvet armchair, legs crossed with calculated elegance. She wears a tight dress, black as night, slit up to the thigh, revealing fishnet stockings and stiletto pumps. His lips, painted blood red, stretch into a smile when my buttocks come into Kael's view. “Pathetic,” she murmurs, sipping her wine. Look at that, Kael. It looks like she has never seen a day of fasting in her life.

Her rose petals bloomed with soaking wet. "Oh, God. Wine, you are so hot. I love it. Oh, baby, squeezing me like this I can't hold too long." He whispered into her ears. Stella felt the heat that shot through her body from the inner cells to the outer skin. The hard and big shaft moved in and out rapidly. "Oh ... My God ... Yeah ... Raise your leg up a little bit more, darling. Oh ... Yes, just like that." He suggested with his low shaky voice. She was familiar with this position. So she quickly lifted her leg upward to open the way for him to had more access.

I figure since Micah was going to be out all night, I’d enjoy some time with new and old friends. Thankfully, Sage joined us. We dressed to the nines that night. I’m wearing my favorite black halter top and tight leather skirt with knee-high leather boots. My hair is knotted into an intricate sideways braid, and my makeup is smoky. I feel sexy and badass at the same time. Maleah is wearing a short jean skirt, tight black crop-top, and a messy bun. Sage’s long blond hair is loose around her shoulders. She’s wearing a tight, red bandage crop-top, matching tight fitted skirt and red platform heels. She reminds me of a china doll with her large blue eyes and peaches and cream complexion.