Sage Fanart Novels & Stories

Amica replied and dragged her deeper to the club. They were both dressed in some mini gowns and make up. Amica was used to it but Sage felt uncomfortable, she wasn't used to putting on a dress because throughout her stay in the clan, she was always putting on baggy or gangster clothes that weren't in any form of skirt at all. "I'm not thinking about Haunter anymore! He freaking didn't love me at all!" Sage rolled her eyes and they both settled on a long bench. "Hey, can we have some tiny shots please, bills on..

“Maybe he keeps it somewhere else.” Sage stood back and looked at the office. If she were hiding something, where would she put it? Not in obvious places. Somewhere that looked normal but was not. Her eyes went to the painting on the wall behind the desk. It was a little tilted, not perfectly straight. She walked over and tried to straighten it. The painting swung aside revealing a wall safe. “Found something,” she said. Riley came over. “Can you open it?” “I don’t know but I will try.” Sage pulled her medical bag from her shoulder. She carried lock picks in it because she learned to pick locks as a teenager when she and her father were running and sometimes they needed to get into places fa

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 workspace Sage had prepared was in one of the tower's middle floors, in what looked like a library or research room. Books lined the walls, ancient texts mixed with modern volumes. In the center was a clear space with cushions arranged in a circle, candles burning at cardinal points. Sage looked up from her laptop as we entered. "Hey. Ready to potentially traumatize yourself for the cause?" "Do I have a choice?" I asked. "Not really." She gestured to the cushions. "Sit. Both of you. This will work better if Dante's present, the bond will help stabilize you."

His perfect torso, tattoos from the neck moving down to his arms, then his sleeve on one side. My heart started racing as I shook my head. This can’t be what I’m seeing at this time of the month. ‘He is so fine’ Sage says as I inhaled sharply, “You okay?” He asked me. “Huh?” I asked, my voice a little higher pitched than my normal voice ‘Sage!’ I growled inwardly, knowing she was fucking the man with her eyes, and shielded me. This will be the death of me. ‘Sorry. I just wanted to look at him. See, you will block me out,’ she complained.

-MIKAYLA’S POV* “Alpha, it’s nothing,” Sage tamed his rage, though the erratic breathing he was experiencing apprised that he was rather upset. His block round neck grey designer T-shirt was ruffled with a chest split. In the cream monochromatic passage, the single broken painting on the floor and the turned-over vase on the white icon shelf-equipped wood and steel couch side table was brushed from their position. Luna Phoebe’s potted ficus benjamina variegata had two broken stems. Someone’s going to have to account for that when the Luna goes steaming.

“I’m so tired of her dramatic letters. If she has something to say to Damien, she should just send a text message like a normal person.” Elena hesitated by the door. “Luna, if I may… it might be important if she keeps sending letters.” “Important?” I laughed bitterly. “The only thing important to Sage is getting Damien back. Everything else is just noise.” “Perhaps,” Elena said carefully. “But Sage is not the type to take defeat and dip. She’s been around this pack too long, has too many connections. She will be back, Luna. And when she does, you need to be careful.”

And his sons beautiful mother is one woman he wants badly,he can't sleep at night anymore whenever he's in her presence he has to control himself,pretend all is well. Sage is under the impression he will get engage to another woman,she doesn't know that woman is her,he can already see her breathing fire on him demanding he should leave her alone and that she wants nothing to do with him.He's a Romero he won't give up that's why he has taken care of every detail so that Sage won't have to say no,he wants her to be his,he wants her all to himself he knows it sounds selfish but he doesn't care,he'll do whatever he has to do to make sure she becomes his wife,even if it means using her own brothe

Darkness fell upon Silver-Crest Coven and few men roamed outside of the coven, sending signals with their eyes and hands. Inside the building, Sage dressed up and packed everything he will be needing in a small bag and when he was done, he took a black scarf and wrapped it around his face to cover his nose downward. “Sage…” Sage turned to look at Simone who smiled at him sadly and blinked. She walked up to him and hugged him before sniffing on his shoulder.

This only made her smile more. “Oh imagine, Daya! You and me, in the Catskills and we find two hunky werewolves to take as chosen mates? And we choose them on the same full moon. I can see it now!” Sage says, looking up to some empty space beside us, her arms spreading wide as if she is showing me a picture in some invisible mirror. I can’t help but laugh at her.