August Heart Novels & Stories

Lucien Voss. You’ve been invited for a meeting scheduled for the 20th of September at 12 noon. Please be punctual. Have a lovely day. Signed, Voss Holdings. “The fuck?!” It was the 23rd today. “How did I not see this?” she exclaimed, jumping out of the bed. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she cursed, furious at her own stupidity. Of course, he’d respond with an email. He’s Lucien. A weird, formal being. She slapped her forehead.

London – Underground Vault, 03:00 A.M. The vault doors sealed with a hiss. Damian stood in front of an ancient server rig known only to four people in the world-two of whom were already dead. Selene entered without a word, handing him a biometric key. "Access is confirmed. The Black Channel is live." "Any trace of us?" "Scrubbed and masked," she replied. "And the decoy files were delivered to the Reyes Foundation two hours ago. If she opens them..."

I clutched my chest and collapsed to the floor, curling into a ball of pain. The old wound. It was acting up. A hundred years ago, Augustine had been struck by a silver dagger in a battle with werewolves. He was on the brink of death. To save him, I had given him a massive amount of my own heart's blood, pulling him back from the edge. I survived, but ever since, my heart would occasionally seize with this excruciating pain. Only Augustine’s blood could soothe it. With a trembling hand, I dialed his number.

I guess it's from lack of rest. “Just consider it.” Augustus is a being of fire, or insusceptible to fire, since we definitely realize he can't kick the burnt bucket,” I chime in a bit, “and until a couple of months earlier I had no idea that it's a... whatever it is — talk. Gabriel narrows his eyes, he doesn't really see what I'm trying to reveal to him. What I'm talking about is that Augusto is the body's bully — let it go, trying to collectively turn down the volume of the individuals passing by us.

August snatched the phone. ​"What?" he barked into the receiver. Then, his face went ashen. "Give me the location. I'll be right there." --- Hospital Corridor: ​Tut... tut... tut... ​The heart monitor was beeping boringly. August stood behind the glass door of the ICU, his hands shoved deep into his pockets. Through the screen, he could see her—that annoying, fragile woman—laying under a mountain of white sheets, tubes snaking out of her arms like vines.

Chapter 96 Sage's POV It took a lot to send Vivian and Bella home. Vivian had been so shaken about Augusto being in the hospital that she began sobbing. She really loved that man. Augusto had a heart attack and it wasn't looking good for him. But after Dr. Warner did a checkup on him, he confirmed that the man would be fine after much rest and with supervision. I stayed back after Bella had taken Vivian home to speak with Warner who seemed to be hiding something. He didn't say a thing no matter how much I pushed which made me suspicious.

With my one free hand, I quickly dialed a number on my phone. Before long, someone in a white coat appeared at the end of the hall. "Christopher Morris? He has a history of heart disease, right?" the doctor asked as he led us down the VIP corridor. Selena nodded quickly. "So, is it a relapse of his heart condition?" The doctor shook their head. "No, he got kicked in the chest during a fight." Selena had mentioned her brother before. From her words, I could tell he was a good man.

" Mom yelled with finality. "Summer and I are in love," I yelled back, sniffing and trying to hold back the tears. "No, Jeanette. You're just confused. This... all of this is just a phase. It will pass. It's part of growing up. Right now, you're confused about your feelings and what you want." "That's not true, Mom. I really love Summer." "You don't, sweetie. You really don't. You're just confused." I clenched my fists so tightly they turned white. Why does she keep telling me it's a phase? I loved Summer and it wasn't a phase.

Catherine added, and she kicked my legs. I looked up at her, noticing the way the corners of her eyes crinkled in mischief. Catherine smirked and kicked my stomach with her heels again before walking away. The more I fought back my tears, the more they rushed down my cheeks. I felt the sting of the hot coffee on my arms and the pain from Catherine's heels, and I groaned painfully, but they were nothing compared to the pain I was feeling in my heart at that moment. How could Alfred treat me this way? I didn't deserve it. I did nothing but love him, and this was how he was going to repay me.

I asked. "No Aarya. Dad had a heart attack. I need to leave for Mumbai as soon as possible." I sat up in the bed alert " Gosh! I am so sorry. Is he?" "He is in hospital. Mom and Saanchi are really worried. I will call you as soon as I reach and take stock of the situation." He replied tying his shoelaces. I got out of the bed and pulled on my nightshirt. I checked the wall clocked. It was at 5 am.