Sage Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

Sage shared his thoughts aloud. He was angry. Knowing him, he would not sit still. "Sage, where are you?" Seconds passed. "Sage?" He's definitely up to something. "I'm uh……I'm on a run." His voice concocted guilt. "To where?" I willed myself not to lash out at him. Don't tell me he's going there. "CasterMoon, Alpha." He sulked.

It takes me a few seconds to realize that no one can see me and I walk closer to the table to see what will happen, because this is as far as my memories have ever gone. “Why don’t I get our plates?” Sage asks as she gets up and like every other time, she gets no response, but she goes to the kitchen to get our dinner anyway. I see myself looking at the plate she places in front of us and my younger self lowers his head to smell the food. “Silly, that is seasoning.” Sage says while she points at the same greens on her plate, but the look on his face tells me that it doesn’t smell like something we are familiar with and I look at the herbs to see if I have ever seen them.

“What? You think that I’m the kind of woman who jumps from one man’s bed to another. Tariq is a great guy, and maybe if the situation was different, I might have been with him, but not now.” “Because he’s my cousin?” I ask. Sage shakes her head. “Why are you asking me this, Priest? Tariq has nothing to do with this. I’m just tired of this back and forth you and I have going on. I’m not the one who pushed you away. Every time I try to get close, you pull away. So pardon me if I don’t want to keep playing this game with you.” Facing the window, Sage agitatedly pulls a large t-shirt over her towel-covered body and drops the towel. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. And the crazy part about

Patrick’s POV I am here in Sage’s condo unit. I am sitting on the chair while he is on the sofa. At this moment, he is not wearing a mask, his real name is Sage Taylor, and right now, he is solving a white jigsaw puzzle on the small table. He is wearing eyeglasses. “What is your plan, Sage?” I asked him, “Why did you tell Phoenix your real name? You also confronted him in the flesh,” I added. “Just wait, Patrick,” he said to me while solving the white jigsaw puzzle, “Until I unmask the murderer’s identity by doing what needed to be done,” he added. Sage fixed the way he wears his eyeglasses after he successfully solved the puzzle. He entered the kitchen.

Elder Zara's voice was laced with suspicion, her sharp gaze fixing on Sage. "I... I was just checking on something," Sage stuttered, her mind scrambling for a suitable excuse. "And what would that something be?" Zara's tone was harsh, her disapproval evident. Sage's eyes darted around, looking for a plausible answer. "I was... looking for the coach. Hermes. Have you seen him?" Zara's expression hardened at the mention of Hermes. "No, I'm here for something more important than that clown." "What brought you here, Mrs Zara?"

Sunshine: “For someone that’s older than me you sure do complain a lot, Mister Naraja~.” Naraja: “Why you little…. I don’t want to hear those words come out of your mouth because one. You’re not an adult and two. You’re a child. A child’s opinion has no place for when I ask specific questions about, ``WHY THE SKY HAS TURNED TO NIGHT?!” Sunshine: “Geez, so touchy, but I get what you mean because it is quite odd…” Nai: “Teresa, Anima, do any of y’a got any ideas on why the sky has turned to night-time?”

"Seth Dawford told in a show that his ideal woman is you, and you're the one he wants to be his partner on the cover of a sexy magazine. What do you think about that?" I looked at Sage. He didn't give me any reaction, but his eyes were too dark. "As of now, I'm focusing on the works I left. But I'm not closing doors anyway," I answered. "Are you dating Raquim Sage of Mongreco Empire?" a reporter suddenly asked and I was stunned. Most of them turned to the man at the back. Sage just stood their ground calmly and proudly, as if he just didn't have the attention it was getting. I sighed and was speechless. Sage frowned at me as if asking why I wasn't answering.

He moans out loud. We come down from our highs and then, the Sage gets a mind link, and he is listening to whoever was mind linking him. “Baby, we need to get cleaned up and dressed. I have a surprise for you ok.” He says. “Ok, I guess you're not going to tell me who you are?” I asked. “Nope, it’s a surprise,” Sage says. “Alright, I will get ready. But it better not be someplace with strippers, babe; I mean someplace peaceful and calm and a place I can ride your cock and make the loudest moans that you have ever heard from my lips.” I said to him.

Sage's Residence Sage drove through the automatic gate of his home. It was one of the cherished tech-infused appliances he got from Niche group of companies. The gate only opens to cars that have been authorized by the owner. Sage got down from the car and entered his home, the heavy front door clicking shut with the muffled sound of high-end precision. The four-bedroom duplex was a masterpiece. It was a space where simple lines met immense luxury.

Sage toss her eyes around before returning them back to me. “I’m surprised seeing that white witch here…” She whispers. I wrinkle my brows confused at her words. “Don’t tell me you don’t understand who I’m referring to.” “I don’t…wait, do you mean Claire?” Sage nods at my question. I burst into laughter, knowing she’s given the woman another name. “Sage, your nicknames for people is mind-blowing.” I breathe through the laughter. “You can’t blame me, I name people from what I see. Beside she’s looking paler lately. Perhaps she changing her body cream, to whiten her skin for Daddy to notice…”