August Heart Novels & Stories

Ash stood, reaching for him, but August pulled back. “I need space,” he choked. “Please But August was already at the door. Because trust was fragile. And in his world, even love came with a knife hidden behind the back.

“Patiently. For you and Hunter to be done with your little arrangement, so I can finally claim you.” His words sent a shiver down my spine. The boldness of his claim left me speechless for a moment. “And you think Hunter will be okay with that?” I asked. August chuckled and shook his head. “Hunter’s heart belongs to another woman. He doesn’t care.” I nodded to this. “Kestrel” I said, reluctantly assuming it was her ,but August quickly corrected me. “It’s not Kestrel,” he said firmly. “It’s someone else.”

various voices resounded from all over the place and Augustine remained still as they tried to assist Allana as she regained her heartbeat. Augustine felt like he was going deaf and yet the burst of happiness inside him seems to have killed the sadness he once felt. “Everyone is ready, we need to make sure that the blood continues to pump inside her and…” Augustine can no longer comprehend what is happening around him as all he could hear was the sound of her heart beating, as if it was a loud drum beating through his head, waking him up from his painful slumber. “She’s back!” “Prepare to stitch her up!”

I replied softly. His words warmed my heart but I couldn't tell if it was genuine. “I don't think I can hold them much longer, we’ve got to face them together are you ready?” August asked stretching his hand out to me. I got up and took it, “yes I am”

I try my best to pull myself out of his grip, because the scent of August's arousal from last night still clings to him. "Goddess!" My mind growls. "They couldn't even be bothered to take a damn bath?" "God, Liv," Ethan mutters under his breath. "What happened? Did someone hurt you? I swear to God I'm gonna–" "I'm fine," I say quickly, cutting him off while still trying to push him off. "Ethan, I'm fine." Still no success in pushing him away. Fireman grip, I guess? August shifts closer to me like she's trying to read my eyes, then she shakes her head. "She's not fine," she says to Ethan, folding her arms across her chest. "Since Halloween night, she's not been the same, and I'm sure you can

GRACE'S POV August woke up burning. I knew before I even touched him because I could hear his breathing from the hallway, thick and labored in the way that meant fever. When I got to his room he was curled on his side, blanket kicked off, his face flushed red. "Mommy, I don't feel good." His voice was small and wrong. August was never small. He was precise and serious and always bigger than his age. But right now he was just a sick two-year-old who needed his mother.

Their hearts beat in sync, as if trying to say something words couldn’t express. "No matter what happens afterward," he whispered, his voice filled with an emotion he didn’t try to hide. "In this moment, you are all that matters." Augusto pulled back just enough to unbutton his shirt, his hands trembling slightly, not from nervousness, but from an anticipation he couldn’t control. As he pulled the shirt free from his pants, he noticed something strange: a purplish vein on his arm. He frowned for a moment, trying to understand what it meant, but the thought quickly faded when he looked at her.

His heart ached with the possibility that he had been deceived once again. Alexander’s thoughts shifted back to the moment he saw Sophia enter the restaurant, looking stunning in her emerald green dress. He had felt a pang of admiration, even affection, which quickly turned to rage upon seeing the amulet. The anger that had surged through him was rooted in more than just the present situation; it was intertwined with the betrayal he felt from Bridget’s actions years ago.

His hand emerged holding a small metal box—fireproof, rusted, old. Mira's heart pounded. "Combination?" Leo asked. "August 17th, 1995." Her birthday. Leo spun the dial. The lock clicked open. He lifted the lid. Inside was a single glass vial, filled with a pale amber liquid. A piece of paper was tucked beside it, folded into a tight square. Mira took the vial first, holding it up to the light. "This is it? This is the antidote?" "The formula, at least," Leo said. "We'll have it analyzed before we administer anything."

Sofia called an emergency meeting the next morning. By nine a.m. I was watching Damien pace while Griffith spread printouts across the table like a crime scene. "Vaughn filed a records request yesterday," Griffith said. "Marriage license application, six days after you two allegedly met. He's flagged it as 'irregular' to two board members already." "It's not illegal to move quickly," Damien said.