Sagittarius Homestuck Novels & Stories

* Saga woke up with a groan when he hears a loud music blasting around their unit, it took him a couple seconds to gather her senses and realize it was his favorite band playing, usually he wouldn't mind waking up on Saturday morning with music blasting around the room while Danny making his killer waffles but ever since yesterday afternoon he had been grumpy and the way Danny keep giving him a knowing glances here and there, that really does not help him. When he pick him up yesterday, his friend knew better than to ask him what happened so as they're making their way to the Crown Construction Agency to fetch Danny's car, he finally told him about how he met Sabastian and why he walk out on

Sophi arrived after a while belching smoke from her ears, she was furious screaming and cursing —Aaaafff I hate him, he's a damn imbecile, cold and heartless, which is what happens to the idiot, who thinks he can come and talk to me as if he were my father, what's more, not even because he's my cousin does he have the right to treat me like this — I ranted, pacing back and forth, "we're supposed to work together and he's supposed to stay away from me unless he needs some work, but of course not"—he spread out the syllables of these last two words in exasperation—"the idiot has to get to anywhere to spoil my moment.” Sophie looked like a spoiled child having a tantrum.

he whispers in his ear and pulls back after placing a peck on Rowan’s cheek. “I want to go for a run. I haven’t shifted in days.” Rowan raises a brow. “You’re not fully healed yet.” “I don’t care.” Sage grabs his wrist and starts pulling him towards the door. “Come with me.” Rowan lets himself be pulled out of the house. The morning air crisps against their skins. “I’ll come only if you let me fuck you against the counter when we return.” “Deal,” Sage says quickly with a grin. “Try and get me pregnant while you’re at it,” he winks and takes off his shirt, and the sun beats down on his body in a golden light.

Coffee sits untouched in front of him while he scrolls through reports on his phone with growing irritation. “You look terrible,” he mutters without glancing up. “So do you.” “That’s because my life is becoming progressively more exhausting.” I pour coffee into the mug slowly, grounding myself with the motion, and he watches me carefully now. “You know this ends badly for both of us.” My eyes narrow slightly. He continues before I can speak. “You with Caroline, and me with Sage. None of this ends well.” “She’s a gypsy witch,” I mutter. “And Caroline is a human carrying the impossible child of the last Lycan alive.”

He did not enjoy it at all. The clauses made in the agreement screamed that she did not trust him, and that nothing else than his official signature was worth earning her confidence. He could make all the lovely promises as long as they were descriptively and unambiguously bound and signed by him beforehand. She had documented conditions that he had not even thought of in his entire life and he, for the thousandth time wondered was it too late to love someone else. It was. Unfortunately the superstores he owned didn't sale love in the cans, and his hotels served nothing described as love on the most diverse menu in Italy. Whatever this extraterrestrial thing was, he was growing to become ha

“But what do you want me to do?” What did I want him to do? Why did I come here? Suddenly, the master idea I looked forward to since all these while came back to my head, and now that it did, it was my turn to adjust on the couch. “I know what we should do.” “Tell me about it.” Again, I adjusted on the couch and let out. “You must know something about Sage - she's a Silver wolf. The special deadly wolf. It's been in her since birth but I got rid of it many months ago. Almost one year ago.”

I nodded. "No" Sage screamed. "You can't leave. I'll be back. The war has just began." He screamed. I closed my eyes and the next minute when I opened it, we were in Steve's house. What the hell!!! TBC...

He asked again. I took a moment, “Home.” “So why didn’t we see you for three days?” Sigil asked, “Were you sick?” “Uh, no—not exactly.” “Why didn’t you then?” I took a pause, “I’m—marked now.” “Oh.” They both chorused. “What?” Bach exclaimed, “How is that possible? Isn’t that guy, Jasper, your mate?” “I rejected Jasper and he, Damon, is my second chance.” “How is that even possible? How did it happen?” Sigil asked.

I sighed. He was fae, I was human. Or at least we assumed I was human. Everything was so up in the air and confusing that I couldn't imagine how any sort of life would work out. There were too many questions, and so many questions we hadn't even thought of yet. "None of that tells me how you're feeling. All you've told me so far is that you don't know how living here would work. That has nothing to do with me. I want to know how you feel about me. The rest can figure itself out. If you don't love me, none of the rest matters. I'll help you figure out how to get home. But, if you love me, this is something worth fighting for. And I'm going to fight for us, Sage," Fynn pleaded. Desperation clu

Saga asked, his voice laced with curiosity. Lycan Cross's eyes narrowed. "You've been quiet all this while. What happened? You spoke today?" Saga chuckled. "Because I don't want you to be disappointed at the end. Yes, I do like Illebaye, but you know I will choose our second chance mate over her by far." Lycan Cross's expression turned resolute. "I doubt the moon goddess will give us a second chancemate after our first mate chose our brother over us." Saga's tone remained hopeful.