August 1914 Novel Novels & Stories

Augustus must enter the Neva space. Augustus enters a dimension, and a purple-haired girl plays with a man. Together they build a village, and the abandoned children take care of together. But the space changes. In front of Augustus is a scene of death, crying sounds, and fresh blood everywhere. Augustus, fantastic, what is this? The girl kneels on the ground, hugging the blond man and crying. Why do you feel so familiar? Did you ever exist in this place? On the left of Augustus suddenly appeared an aperture, a mysterious purple crevice. Edsel is amazing. It's the Neva space in the legend.

I read, "a landowner well known in our district in his own day, and still remembered among us owing to his gloomy and tragic death, which happened thirteen years ago, and which I shall describe in its proper place." I closed the book immediately. "This is ridiculous." I wasn't a novel type of person. I definitely wasn't a Russian literature type of person. This was stupid. I stared at the wall for five minutes. Then I said, "Fuck it!" I'd make it a challenge. I picked the book up again and started reading. I got through the first paragraph and then the second. Then the third. Before I knew it, I was turning pages. "Hello, hello!" Came August's voice from the foot.

She pats her abdomen for emphasis. Once she closes the door to her room behind her, she finds herself pacing back and forth, desperate for something to do. She can't seem to sit for too long. Her eye catches a book she's been wanting to read. Reading hasn't exactly fit her mood lately. In one swift motion, she grabs the novel off the shelf, jumps into bed, and opens to the first chapter.

Lucas made a deep promise to me. Even I thought that too. Who would know that there are two Augusts in two different worlds? The book of prophecy said August was destined for Cayden... The other one died, and the other one was dragged into this world. It is way too obvious that the previous August is not the girl in the prophecy but the current August who came from the earth. August who is human is destined to Prince Cayden. ••• August's POV

he hissed. Before I could move, his hand shot out. He didn’t grab me this time. He extended his claws, the sharp, obsidian points glinting in the candlelight, and pierced the soft skin of my shoulder. I gasped, a sharp cry of pain escaping my lips as blood began to seam down my dress. “Look at you, June,” he sneered, leaning in until our noses touched.

Ava’s POV Sleep was a stranger that night. I had tossed and turned until the moon itself had traveled halfway across the sky, the glow through my curtains mocking my exhaustion. My wolf stirred restlessly beneath my skin, as though aware of my turmoil but refusing to share its calm with me. Every breath in the dark felt stifling, every thought circling back to Diego, to Sage, to the chains of my family’s expectations. I finally pushed the covers off with a sigh and padded to my balcony doors. The air outside was cool and heavy with the faint scent of rain. The courtyard below looked peaceful, but peace was the last thing inside me.

he growled as he left the room, slamming the door close, heading towards the direction of the attic and the library. Meanwhile, I sat down down on a swirl chair in the mini library that housed not less than one hundred books, getting sleepy over the interesting novel I was reading when I heard Armani practically screaming my name as he approached the library. The novel was all about a young mistress in search of her missing master with the hope of a happy reunion when she finally sees him.The story was set to medivial times of old, the year seventeenth hundredths to be precise. The novel was the first thing that caught my attention when I stepped into the library. It had a fantastic silver c

“You seemed to know about them. You also said they’re a fruit of sins and wars, right? Did you know who’s the artist that made them? I mean, they’re myth, aren’t they?” Augustus sighed softly. He could tell she was really intrigue and curious, like a mouse to a trap. “I don’t know much about them and I don’t think you can find a reference book about them. You can always change topics, I guess.” His tone sounded indifferent, like he was not interested at all about her article. He was hard to read, as if purposefully throwing a mask, keeping people at a good distance. Like how he easily dismissed Minalissa and Charleson. Chessa chose to drop the conversation then.

Through the years, not just humans are getting older, even unresolved personal and global problems too. Summer Season in the Philippines used to shine in April to May. Now, it has changed. Probably because of the recently defeated pandemic or the effect of climate change globally. Classes whether for elementary, high school, and colleges will start during September. Before, it was in June. Nevertheless, people should have not cursed Mother Nature for this predicament. All of these misfortunes and haul of miseries are what they caused to themselves. They cannot be tossing out blame for the wrath of their own cruelty. She scolded herself for thinking outside the box. She is supposedly wonderin

All he could think about was Sebastian a boy who knew too much, who wore August’s life like a second skin and talked like they’d lived inside each other once. He didn’t write about memory. He wrote about being haunted. And when he turned in the page, he saw Yates glance at it with a frown that lingered too long. Later that evening, he returned to the dorm. It was quiet. Sebastian’s side of the room was empty. For once, August felt like he could breathe. He dropped his bag, sat at his desk, and opened his laptop until something caught his eye. A photo. Resting on the bookshelf.