Saga Hiatus Novels & Stories

The transition into a late Sunday occurs with a heavy finality. Isaac Corres struggled with the reality of parting from Santiago Vega after their weekend sanctuary of skin and scent. The drive toward San Antonio International Airport felt like a countdown to an ending. Santiago considered begging Isaac to abandon his life and follow him to California, knowing his pro career was drifting that way, but the words remained lodged in his throat.

Weird. Nai: “Hi, my name is Nai. What’s your name?” End of Episode 2: Lean On Me.

“Um…that’s the thing. I don’t know.” “What!?” she gasped. “You mean to tell me this gorgeous creature was standing right there in front of you, and you didn’t even find out who he is?” “Well, we talked for a few minutes, and I felt this amazing connection,” I answered, trying to explain something I really didn’t understand myself. “I guess I was so caught up in the moment that I just didn’t think to ask.” “You know what that was, don’t ya?” she asked. “What?”

Caleb remarked. On the other side of the computer, Sage, seeing no reply in the chat box, angrily left the application. How annoying! Why would the guy stop telling the story halfway through? His subordinate sent another message then. "Sir, how did your conversation with the hero go? What other secrets are there behind that legendary story from back then?" "And how did they finally deal with those super-rich and arrogant youngsters?"

Caleb remarked. On the other side of the computer, Sage, seeing no reply in the chat box, angrily left the application. How annoying! Why would the guy stop telling the story halfway through? His subordinate sent another message then. "Sir, how did your conversation with the hero go? What other secrets are there behind that legendary story from back then?" "And how did they finally deal with those super-rich and arrogant youngsters?"

After thinking for a while, Marissa asked, "How are things between you and Santiago?" Raeleigh gave it some thought before replying, "We have not contacted each other in a long time." Marissa was stunned. "Did you guys have an argument?" "No, Santiago has a new girlfriend." Raeleigh did not say anything else. Marissa's expression darkened when she heard what Raeleigh said. She asked, "Did you guys break up?" "No." Before Raeleigh could answer Marissa, Santiago made his entrance. Raeleigh was relieved. She was glad that he was back. That way, she wouldn't have to exert herself answering Marissa.

he finally said, “but I was just waiting for the right time to tell you.” I could see the uncertainty on his face, it wasn’t like him at all. Lately, he’d been acting like this a lot. Sometimes he looked sad and very anxious. “Just tell me, honey. If this has anything to do with everything that’s happened, then I have a right to know,” I said again. Kaelith leaned back, taking a moment to breathe before finally turning to face me again. “Saga… doesn’t seem like an ordinary human,” he said.

And somehow, those cracks made him all the more impossible to ignore. Maya leaned over, breaking the heavy silence. “You okay?” Sage blinked, startled. “Yeah, just... thinking.” Maya smirked knowingly. “About Damian?” Sage shot her a look. “No.” Maya chuckled, sitting back in her seat. “Right. And I’m a billionaire princess in disguise. Listen, I’m not saying you should jump him mid-mission or anything, but... life’s short. Too short for regrets.” Sage didn’t respond, but her grip on the armrest tightened. Maya’s words lingered long after the conversation ended.

she added. “You know about our hiatus?” I asked her and she nodded letting out a chuckle which only confirmed my doubt. ‘Jay likes her.’ Well, after Vian, Jay and I got together again after seven years, once we got over the pain of separation; we started using words like hiatus and regrouping to sound less sensitive. I mean, we just didn’t wanna say ‘You left me’ to each other anymore. “Did he say why?” I asked her getting more curious but to my disappointment and my relief, she didn’t know either.

My hand drifted lower, a playful exploration of his hip, then the powerful curve of his thigh. He was quiet, so still that for a moment I thought he’d fallen asleep. But then a deep sigh rumbled through his chest, a vibration I felt against my cheek. “Actually, Sage,” he began, his voice a low, gravelly murmur that sent shivers down my spine, “I quit coaching a long time ago. Like, years ago.”