The Sage Force Novels & Stories

Cleopatra hissed, looking at her bandage arm. "Well you got to be with Rexton... So did you two f**k?" Cheetah asked. "He's playing the hard to get card. Trust me one of these days, I'm gonna ride that d*ck" Cleopatra licked her lips. Cheetah chuckled and they sat down.. Next who came in was Flame with Cisco behind her. "C'mon s*xy, won't you tell me your name? Huh?" Cisco said but Flame ignored him Flame is the newest recruit of Aurelio's unit. Her and Cisco are both specialized in arm combats like karate and Taekwondo.

He smiled, “you did it… I am so proud of you—“ The young lady interrupt his words when Keesha kiss him on his lips, in front of the businessmen and women of the Philippines. It is not always the princess is the weakest. There is always someone who will help you show who you are in this challenging world. His uncle Roberto will be rotten in jail, of because what he did. Mr. Alfredo is also smiling in heaven, he is so proud of his only daughter. This will be the time—that a forced submissive is not a crime. THE END HIS FORCED SUBMISSIVE Created by: ADPrado10

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

As Naraja finished his first introduction with an awkward knead, he brought attention to the back of his neck towards the person, Nai, whom he was starting to have this strong peculiar feeling of; love, surge up inside of him again. Nai: “Ummmm.. sure, s~uure, so yeah my name is Nai and don’t get too anxious about that moment,..earlier it was actually quite cute he~he, but anyway we are your comrades: Saint Teresa Of Avila, John Of The Cross, and Anima….sh~eee actually has an interesting particular ability that I like to call if I remember correctly, h~mm, Maladaptive Day-Dreaming and oh ye~aah she’s also deaf/mute or something like that, but anyway then there’s Eli, but you have to always

“I’ll do what it takes. I won’t let Ursula win.” The Seer checked him with a compassionate stare but did not chatter. He was old enough to know that Sage's choice was not an easy choice to make. For the next three days Sage would recuperate, be fortified and get ready. The Seer would lead him back, restoring his force. On the other hand, even though he recovered in fact, Sage understood that the actual fight was about to begin.

at some point. Sage, a veteran fighter who had trained many warriors, watched Lena with awe and contempt. She had never seen anyone like him, someone who could endure so much and still keep fighting. She usually subdue her opponents with a blow, but not him. Despite his small frame and statue, he is brave and fast. Sage walked towards Lena, wiping the sweat off her forehead, and gave her a reluctant nod of approval. "Remarkable, I'd say" Sage said, her voice filled with scorn. "You have surpassed all my expectations. You have the heart of a true warrior."

Her eyes darted to the tall figure who had just entered the classroom, followed by his friends. Sage Windsor, the most popular guy in school, and for good reason. At just seventeen, Sage was already an international model. His father was a renowned TV producer, and his mother was a star of French television. With his good looks and influential background, his career was set. Despite his fame, Sage was humble and polite—a white moonlight in the hearts of many.

However, Sage scoffed In response. "Save the theateractics for someone who actually gives a damn." Sage rolled her eyes, uninvested in the priest's 'act'. Her eyes landed on Serenity again, her hands protectively caressing her small baby bump. "I'm Sage, an old friend of Shawn’s. I’m here 'cause I thought you should know that this little one..." she gestured to her baby bump "Is Shawn’s. We had a little ‘fun’ one night after he came to me to find information on who was spying on him at the time."

The Black Hawk skimmed low over the Saudi desert, its rotors slicing the midnight air into ribbons. No lights. No chatter. Just darkness and wind—and the occasional hiss of static in the team’s earpieces. The world outside the open door was an ocean of black dunes, luminous only through the phantom green of NVGs: a drowned, prehistoric seabed frozen in waves of bone. Inside, six soldiers sat in silence, faces painted, eyes locked forward. Ghost Team. SASR.

He was about to touch Bella but I immediately pulled back. "Don't you ever try to touch her, Sage." There was a threat in my voice. "I-Is she your daughter?" Sage asked stutteringly. I looked at him badly. "Yes, Sage. She's my daughter, she's only mine." I answered him in a hard voice. He smiled a little and turned his gaze to his car. A man came down with paper bags on his hands. When he got close to us, he placed his things in front of me. “Please get this, Everleigh. I brought this for you and for my daughter…” Sage uttered, making me laugh.