Sage Fan Art Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Oh gosh, you—you should have seen your face. I can't believe that I was able to make you agitated this much. I really wasn't expecting that at all!" I gawked at my mate, slightly confused. "C-Come again?" Sage leaned her head back and wheezed out an air to balance herself. Then she stared back at me with a wide smile on her face. "I'd initially thought you're a kind of person who is reserve all the time. They call you 'The Cold Aphrodite' for that reason." I scoffed, shaking my head. "So you aren't mad?"

However, the word he had earlier heard interrupted his flow of thoughts, and the emotions that were creeping into him. Arthmata, Arthmata, Arthmata. The words resounded in his head in the very manner and pace the woman had said it. It, however, sounded more of a ghostly echo. Who was that woman? And what the hell is Arthmata? The woman looked worried when he met her. Their car had rammed into a truck. However, one thing caught his eye- Her eyes. When he first saw them, the top right quarter of her iris was red, the top left corner green, a the lower right quarter blue and the remaining quarter orange, and it seemed to glow dimly. The pupil was black, but it was blacker that the pupil anyone

"You do know Kian, if you put it forward, you will come off as weak." "And I don’t fucking care. Let them think what they want. Right now, our people matter more." "And that is why Kian will become one of our finest kings in history." I looked up to see Sage walking in. Dressed in a pair of fitted pants and a plunging top, she was smiling confidently, her light brown hair pulled into a braid. "Sorry if I'm interrupting." She said, her blue eyes locking with mine. "Not at all." I said looking away, frowning deeply.

Realization crashed onto me as I saw a huge aircraft waiting for us. So, Mr. Smarty Mob Boss had it all planned out. He isn't as dumb as I thought he would be. " Why is Sage's name on the plane?" I question, looking at 'SAGE' written in bold on the plane. " She was fascinated by it when she saw a plane of mine for the first time so I decided to put her name on all of them. She's my baby I love to adore after all." He mumbles, a faint smile on his busted lips.

The smallest hint of a tattooed-covered upper body licks the top of his crisp white shirt, while his slicked-back hair makes him look like some sort of suave businessman. I would have thought he was attractive, as all the Volkov men are, but the coldness and absolute nothing behind Sage’s blue eyes are unnerving. It’s like looking at a video of a calm ocean; beauty and serenity on the surface, but you know beneath it's claimed the lives of thousands of people. Sage never comes down here and I briefly wonder why he’s come to the cafeteria of all places when he walks straight towards us. “Oh, my Gods,” I groan and turn to face Rebecca. “He’s not coming over here, is he?”

“Good kid. I’ve been so busy lately, I missed the trending drama and even the launch event. I’ll binge everything later. God, Luna’s piano playing is just… next level. Makes me think of our boss’s piano, honestly…” Sage tried to place her laptop on the desk, but then glanced toward the doorway... Her hands paused. She met Iron Blade’s eyes, then shot a pitying look at Austin before tiptoeing to the other side of the room—silently, carefully, like a mouse avoiding a cat. Austin, still rambling, looked up. “What, do I have cooties? Why’re you backing away?” Sage shook her head and made a dramatic “cut-throat” gesture.

Sage blinked, stretching their hand toward the illustrative black wolf with purple eyes that made up my chest piece. It took me a second to piece it together. The tattoo on my right bicep was an illustrative forest that made a V in the mist with a lunar eclipse in the sky. It clicked when my brain caught up to Sage reaching for the wolf. Their wolf is named Eclipse. Did the wolf on my chest remind Sage of theirs? “Eclipse? Does your wolf look like this?” I asked, touching my tattoo. “Um… yeah. Exactly like this, purple eyes and all.” Sage nodded. “Can I…” They pointed at my tattoo.

Leaning on the screen, he covered Ethan with his body, imitating his posture as if he were hugging Honey. Neil's gaze softened when he noticed a genuine smile on Travis’s face. A smile that radiated love, joy, and desperation. Travis sighed as he caressed the screen with his fingers, stroking her hair. "You'll see Cupcake. I will break off all the walls and weed out this motherfucking twit of our life. Then I will paint you in my colors.” His eyes turned dark in obsession as Honey snuggled more in Ethan's chest, making him quickly take charge and press his body more into the screen.

Sage, in the moment of desperation, went ahead with his search and asking people if they knew who the person in the drawing is, until when he came across a man who seem to be interested in it and in what he was saying. “Wow, she still looks as good as before even in the drawing,” Martinez said and then looked up at Sage. “Who did you say you are again?”

When Sage arrived at the art exhibition, Matilda and Sandy were already there. "Sage!" It had been a long time since they last saw each other, and Sandy was very delighted to see her. "Hello, Sandy and Mrs. Holcomb," Sage greeted them with a smile. "Sage, this is a drawing I made for you!" Sandy said, handing over the picture. Sage glanced at it and saw that Sandy had drawn a scene of her drumming at Holcomb Manor last time. Even though it was just a simple sketch, it was incredibly lifelike and captured her elegance perfectly.