August 1914 Novel Novels & Stories

he exclaimed, his voice filled with disbelief and confusion. Realization dawned upon Mathias as he remembered that he had been in his own room just moments ago. "This must be an illusion or some kind of secret memory stored within the book," Mathias muttered to himself, his voice laced with a mixture of intrigue and uncertainty. He glanced down at one of the newspapers and noticed the date: April 3, 1896.

“I know. It isn’t uncommon for the gods of a foreign land to haunt the dreams of a stranger.” “Oh?” August stepped out of his tent and stood, naked as the day he was born in far off Germania, and took in the new day. “How rude of them to visit.” “Then again, we have entered their free land of tribes with swords and shields, not flowers and compost, sir.” “I knew we forgot the daisies and manure.” August stretched and yawned. “Rufus, fetch me some water.” The youth held up a basin and a pitcher from behind the tent, then set them on a tiny table he’d erected by the dwelling.

"I'm not real, wow, my feelings for Reece they are not real! We're just characters? My whole life was a lie!" "No, no, it's true that I wrote this novel but Reece is not the perfect guy I created and you're not the sensible, innocent, tolerant Ivana I created, you guys are already out of your setting and having me here the whole story has changed to another line, this is no longer the story I wrote, the plot is still same but the characters and storyline it's not mine anymore." She explained. But Ivana was having a hard time coming in terms with it. She was shell shocked by the turns of events.

August was a pendulum, swinging between icy indifference and explosive heat. I tried to look out my own window, focusing on the city, trying to convince myself that I didn't care about the war happening three feet away from me. ​Then, the world shifted. ​A hand, cold as the marble in the sunroom, suddenly clamped around my throat. The shock jolted me, my breath hitching in a sob. I looked up, and for a terrifying second, I didn't see August. I saw a stranger with eyes full of a thousand years of grief and madness.

She arrived at the part where the main character in the story failed from an imminent wedding ceremony, which only needed to say the wedding vows and was crushed by an unexpected reality. So that's a secret that is the answer to all the mysteries implied from the beginning of the novel. This is the surprise Diana told her to anticipate. Kat placed the novel in her lap and smiled faintly, suddenly feeling awe at the novel in her hands. This is an eighteenth century novel, but the story is truly extraordinary. Suddenly her cell phone rang. Kat glanced over and frowned. There was Adrian's name flashing there, complete with a photo of the two of them, embracing each other for the camera in a lau

She had understood. The rest of dinner was a blur. August chattered about his little soldier, oblivious to the silent war. Cassius continued with monologues about business. Every forkful of food was tasteless, every word from him an insult. The thirst for blood became a constant taste on my tongue, metallic and alive. When she stood up to leave, she signaled to August. “Come on, meine Sonne (my sun). Bath time.” “Already, Mommy?” He complained, but obeyed, taking her hand.

He told them something then came back. The ride was silent until the driver asked where he should go Locus said to his place. When we arrived Locus picked me up from the car and put me down on the sofa. I scooted to make room for him to sit. He sat beside me as he placed his hand together. Flashback as Locus is talking. It was April 23, 1918, when it all began. It was the day every man should get a wife. But I waited for her, Julia. when I first saw her. She was walking down the road around 7:23 PM. She was walking down the road alone when suddenly noticed 4 guys were following her.

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

Dapo continued. “Yes; I did said that, so stop clinging to all your gothic Novel fantasy, because I will never be in a relationship with you, not in this life time.” Dapo said finally, but his final words was more like a General shouting order on his Army, the way he sound even causes Kate to almost missed her step, Dapo turned around and decides to walled back in, Kate also tried to stopped him, but he reluctantly jerk his a free from her grasp.

August stares at everyone entering Dereon Hall and realizes he didn’t spot one familiar face. These must all be the Russo’s contacts. All these notorious men under one roof. What was Emily planning? He spots his father in the middle of it all, with that evil glint in his eye August knew all too well. He had a bad feeling about today, something he couldn’t shake since last night. Realizing he was a bit too sober for this, he heads to the bar and orders a whiskey. Today is going to be a long day of pretending.