Push By Sapphire Book Summary Novels & Stories

“Trust the process, Zel,” Sapphire says again, her voice like a steady anchor. “Regardless of anything else, I will support you and be there with you through it all.” I nod, taking a deep breath. I know she’s right. I have to trust the process. I have to let go of the past and move forward, even if it’s scary. Even if it feels like I’m walking into the unknown. Suddenly, Tara’s voice breaks through my thoughts. “Zel, I don’t believe you’re going to stand there talking to Sapphire all morning, are you? Come here and give me a hug so Timmon and I can get going. I can’t wait to start my matemoon.”

The door soon opened and before the vampire would inform Sage that someone was looking for him, Sapphire pushed the door wide open and went inside before closing it. “Sapphire?” Sage called her name, sounding a little surprised. He clearly was not expecting to see her at Polis. Sapphire went to hug him and she looked happy on seeing him. “Did you miss me?” she asked. “I know. I can’t live a day without seeing you too, that is why I have come to find you and I will stay here with you.” Sage pushed her off him and he looked at her with distaste. “What are you doing here?”

Sapphire's POV. I clearly remember when she said changing things before it could happen would have a bad impact on nature. That everything that we see would happen at its own destined time. If anything was done to change it then it's equal to chaos and destructions. I couldn't let the life of the people around me to be ruined. I needed to be quiet about the things I see, or Perhaps I was blessed with a magic that could let me control nature...

I tightened my hands into fists, rendered completely speechless by her words, “Sapphire, stop talking in circles and tell me what I need to know.” Sapphire carefully pulled out a book and blew the dust away, “this room was locked away for several years, hidden from everyone, but I bumped into it by mistake.” she said, flipping a few pages of the book, “My father's greatest mistake is not burning these books. They've shown me the light and as I traced the past, I'm afraid the words in the books are coming true.” her voice wavered slightly, fear evident in her expression. I swallowed nervously and stood rooted at a point, confused. Sapphire was talking in circles, and I couldn't quite get what

“I’ll be over to see you later. We can discuss it then.” Sapphire ended the call, returned to her wheelchair, and wheeled herself back into the living room to continue her charade. Her jaw tightened as she made a vow to herself. “I won’t let her win. I’ll bring him back and remind him that he’s mine.” No. He’d come back on his own—he always does—but he needed to be reminded not to underestimate her. Her mind buzzed with schemes, but none felt solid enough. Her frustration boiled over, and she grabbed the wine glass, flinging it onto the ground, where it shattered with a deafening crash, startling the workers.

“Do not let the darkness take you! You are the creator, Sapphire, you do not break here!” I screamed, a sound that tore through the stone walls of my chambers, fueled by every drop of the vitality I had sacrificed to craft this heir. I felt the final, brutal expansion, the sensation of my very soul being stretched to the point of snapping. My body was a forge, the heat reaching a temperature that felt like it would incinerate my spirit from the inside out. “Push, Sapphire!” Lyra commanded, exerting more force in her tone than usual, her starlight-wreathed hands pressing against my shoulders, grounding me as I felt my consciousness fraying at the edges.

Let me just start by saying my name is Sapphire, I live with my father, mother, and two brothers. My father is a well-known CEO, he owns Walmart; my mother is a well-known fashion designer, she created Chanel. My parents expect us to follow in their footsteps, they want us to be well known so their image doesn’t go to waste. My older brother wants to be exactly like my mother, while my younger brother wants to be like my father. Now, I want to be like myself, I don’t want to be like my father or mother, I want to do my own thing. I want to be an author, I want to create books and fill my reader’s minds with crazy adventures and characters that my readers can connect to. My father doesn’t l

I said into her ear as Pyrite landed in front of our home. “I will not stick around!” She said as she dismounted my brother’s back and walked towards the people she came with. “Sapphire!” I yelled, running to catch up to her, grabbed her waist, turned her around and threw her over my shoulder. “You Bastard! Put me the FUCK DOWN NOW!!!” She roared as her fists pounded on my back. Pyrite followed us as I ignored her and continued up towards our room. “Sapphire,” Pyrite whispered, “We are sorry. We thought that it would be best because we are both interested in men, we didn’t want you to feel like you weren’t enough for us because you are female.”

She couldn't. Sapphire could only kill them all if they ever tried. Her happiness—she would never let anyone ruin it! The more Sapphire thought like this, the more hatred, jealousy, and fury surged through her. Immediately, Sapphire's eyes shone with a cruel glint, and her lips curved up. She purposely focused on Corbyn and Maverick, choosing to ignore Valencia and her words. "As businessmen, I believe you are all good at weighing the pros and cons. And I presume none of you want to die, do you?" she enunciated straightforwardly and calmly.

Chapter 343: The Curvature of the Horizon The journey to Oakhaven was no longer a desperate trek through a fractured landscape; it had become a pilgrimage of connectivity. Three runners departed the city at dawn, carrying the first bound copies of The Silt Saga. These were not mere books; they were the "Physical Persistents" Anya had theorized—tactile anchors for a regional identity. Sophia watched them go from the northern gate, noting how the runners’ pace was not a sprint, but a steady, lung-expanding rhythm. They were the human threads of the Holarchy, weaving the southern mud and the northern timber into a single, cohesive narrative.