Halston Sage Hot Novels & Stories

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.

Every time she shifts, the shirt hikes higher, offering glimpses of smooth, tanned skin that make my mouth water and my pulse throb between my legs. Sage sits cross-legged across from us, her lithe body framed perfectly in the low light. She’s in a thin black tank top that does nothing to hide the stiff peaks of her nipples, and matching boy-short panties that hug the swell of her hips. Her dark hair is loose and wild, tousled from running her fingers through it all night—a telltale sign she’s as restless and turned on as I am. We’ve been drinking for hours, the wine loosening our tongues and unraveling our inhibitions. The conversation started innocently enough: bitching about dating apps,

I softly kissed his lips and smiled at him. "Babe, what's in the box?" I asked him. He pulled me up to him, kissed me, and then took the lid off the box. I looked inside and was greeted by a pretty pair of high heels. Sage was so considerate and attentive to me that he helped me get dressed first, putting on my bra and panties, next my dress and high heels. Each time he put on an item of clothing, he would gently kiss my neck, and only after I was dressed did Sage start to get ready, while I put on my make-up and did my hair.

Sage gasps, looking at me with wide eyes as stared into her beautiful green ones. I nearly moaned running my fingers over her soft skin, as she straddled me. She gasps, gripping my shoulders tightly as I planted soft kisses on her jawline. I groaned, pulling her towel off her goddess-like body before throwing it across the room. " Hades." Sage moans as I knead her breasts, they were gorgeous just like her. I looked down at my girl, trying to memorize each little feature of her body. Sage's face turns red before she hugs me, trying to hide her face in my chest.

That will be great, I'll be down shortly. Sage rushed to answer the door when it rang. She didn't see why she should have dressed up too much since they were just going out for drinks. She wore a black cropped top with leather pants and her Prada long boots. Her hair was in a messy bun, and she grabbed a coat in case it got cold that night. " Hi," she greeted as she stepped out of the house locking the door behind her. " You look ravishing tonight," he gave her a peck on her cheek.

“Ah, straight to business, I see. Always the pragmatist, aren't you, Shawn?" Fuck her. Shawn swallowed, keeping himself in check and reminding himself why he was doing this. “Just tell me what you want." He blurted. “What I want," Sage snorted, leaning closer to the camera, "is a little face-to-face action. Midnight rendezvous, Hotel Desire, Room 703. Bring your best poker face, darling, because if Xane's goons catch wind of this tango, it'll be fireworks for everyone." The screen winked out right after, leaving Shawn staring at the blankness. Hotel Desire? Room 703? Was this a death trap?

He watches me like he has seen me for the first time. My heart is racing now, and I am starting to get uncomfortable with the way his looking at me. There’s an awkward silence in the room. It’s like a staring contest between me and him now. Could it be his upset I was coming out of Cassian’s office? He couldn’t be. There’s nothing between us. ‘Actually, there is.’ Sage remarks, ‘A lot of hot, steamy sex’ ‘Sage!’ ‘What?’ She shrugs. She is not lying; the sex is great, and I find myself wanting to go back to him every time, but it’s wrong.

It’s my last prom in high school and I fucking want him here with me. I whirl around in the direction of the voice that called me and I see Sage strutting over in her signature cat walk. I take my BFF in. As always, Sage looks pretty. Hot even. Right now, her risqué red sequin dress is showing off her pert body. She styled her hair in a close-cropped style. If I’m into girls, I swear I’ll be among those crushing on her. Sage has lured all the non straight girls in our school and she plays them.

The moment the doors open, Kieran’s breath hitches, his eyes darting for only one face. Sage steps out slowly, dressed in a black suit that’s adorned with chains at the chest and hips, made from luxurious fabric with a slim fit style, and a red cape that adds a touch of elegance. He looks… different and stronger, like he doesn’t belong to Ashbourne anymore; it’s like he never did. “Fuck,” Riven breathes beside him, his mouth parting in awe. “He really did get prettier.” “He’s beautiful,” Cassian agrees with the same awestruck look as Riven as they stare at the omega.

said the gay artist and kabadong take wet wipes. "Jay, what's that? Fix it!" said my stylist. "It's okay," I said and smiled. I glanced at Sage and he looked oblivious on how he can affect the composure of the people around him. "Miss K, this is what you're going to wear," the stylist once showed off a ripped jeans and cropped halter scarf top. I nodded at her. By the way, I noticed Sage's dark look there so I turned back to the dress. "She won't wear a bra?" Sage asked a bit coldly, looking so offended. You can see the side of the chest when you wear it, as well as the whole back because only the ribbon is tied at the back.