Sage Phelps
Sage Phelps
"Great smile. Check"
"Nice body. Check"
"Boyish Charm. Check"
Sage watched carefully as her new neighbor entered the apartment lobby.
She checked him up and down, looking for weaknesses. . . waiting for an opportunity to make her move.
She was known to always go for what she wanted, and today He was on her list of things to conquer.
"Welcome to building. . . I'm complex 145,"
The guy smiled, taking her hand.
"Well I'm Conan," he giggled.
"Just Conan? No room number," she flirted.
"Why do I have a feeling I'm going to be bumping into you quite abit. . . complex 145," he smiled.
"I sure hope so," she smiled back.
The guy made his way to the elevator, Sage slyly followed.
"Going up?" she smirked, nudging for information on his room location.
"Yes, I'm on the 2nd floor. . . 122," he smirked back.
"So we're neighbors. Lucky you," she teased.
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The pair continued to make small talk all the way to his door.
"So this is me," Conan said tapping on his door.
"Sweet," she smiled glaring at him.
"You wanna come in?" he smiled fiddling with his keys.
"Wouldn't hurt to take a peek what's going on inside. . . your decor and what not," she teased.
"Decor huh?" he laughed unlocking his door.
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I didn't take long for Sage to make her move. She started complimenting Conan's place, his eyes and pretty much anything that would make her more irresistible.
One thing lead to another and Sage completed what she set out to that day.
It could be nice having someone handy down the hall.
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The next day Sage was feeling the hit of being unemployed. Gigs were slow since coming second place in top model. She did a few photoshoots here and there but nothing big ever came out of it.
She was back to eating T.V dinners and pouting around in her overly priced apartment.
She had been focusing on her dancing but that had been slow too.
Determined not to become . . . . a hasbeen, sage desperately turned to the only thing she thought would get her out of this mess.
A wicked witch.
This seemed like her only hope. She had nothing to lose and everything to gain; and boy did she want to gain it quickly.
"Come on I just need to know a few spells. . . " she requested.
"It's not that easy deary," the Witch replied.
"I'm willing to do anything it takes, say the word and I'll do it," Sage begged.
"Your first born. . . " she cackled.
"Umm okay. . . almost anything," Sage cringed. Sage knew the story of Rumpelstiltskin she was in no positon to have her fate the same way.
"I understand you have a way with Men. There is one named Enero. I want you to rip his heart from his chest. . .
and make him watch as you stomp all over it," She suggested.
Sage looked at her shocked. She doubted she'd be capable of completing such a request.
"Metaphorically speaking. Make him fall in love with you and then break his heart,'" she restated.
"May I ask why?" Sage wondered.
"No. Do you accept? You have 4 months to make it happen, if not. . . you will be cursed," she stated.
Sage thought about it but it didn't take too long for her to accept.
There had been some before Enero, even though she wasn't proud to say it.
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Within the next few days Sage was given the basics to become what she desired.
It was time for the fun to begin.
" Conquering the men in Angleton might be a lot easier with these love potions. " she smirked.
However the more she thought about it. . . the more nervous she got.
Who was Enero? Could she fulfill the Witches request? What if she didn't, what was her fate?
She'd better get busy.
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