August Heart Novels & Stories

“I may look like this, but I’m proficient in every musical instrument you could name of, and I’m fine with any music except heavy metal, sometimes rap or dudes who sing like flowers. Felt like they were singing to the demons—blerghhh. What an insult to music.” “Ohhhh.” I was amazed. “If it’s me, I’m more into Romantic and Classical pieces.” “That’s not enough, Luc.” August flicked his finger, saying ‘no’. “Choirs— is the only music that’s good enough to heal your soul.” “Hmm…” I inadvertently placed my fingers below my chin, doubting his words. August then placed his arm over my shoulder so he could lower my head and whisper to me. “It’s simple.” He whispered. “Just imagine the princess sing

I’ve never seen anyone as calm as August inside the eye of the storm. When we arrived at the hospital, she knew exactly where to go, knew who to talk to, knew what to do. Apparently, her mother ruptured her appendix while she was doing volunteer work, giving free consultations in the lower edge of the city. She suddenly fainted and luckily they got her to the hospital in time for an immediate surgery. The Doctor that August was talking to said that it could have been much worse if she was even five minutes late.

she spoke calmly "You're just closing up your heart towards that girl, she's a very good girl, I'm sure you know that" "Mommm, I really don't want to have this conversation right now" August came out of the room dressed, he put on a black jean matched with a yellow shirt and his black jacket. "Mom, I've got to go now" he said as he saw August. "Before you have up, I just want you to know that I've given her your new number"

He drags my mother from the room and locks me in. I lay back on the bed. Me-Stacey is Bruce okay? Stacey-yes. They are resting. He is sharing a cell with Alpha and the warriors. Me-Can you tell Adam I love him? Stacey-He loves you too. I lay back and try to sleep but I feel a pain in my chest. I’m having a heartattack! Oh sweet goddess why? Stacey-It’s Augustus he is bedding another. Me-You have got to be kidding me!

2 nanograms per milliliter. She'd been poisoned! My heart started to beat a tattoo against my chest, and my hands were trembling profusely. August's mother had high blood pressure, but her eventual death had nothing to do with that. She had been murdered... Someone had been slipping poisonous digoxin into her blood pressure medication.... for nearly two years! I sank back in my chair, the file still open in my hands. My mind was filled with so many questoons. Did August know? Did he know his mother had been poisoned? Did he know someone, very possibly Peter, had killed her slowly over the course of two years?

These rogues have no respect. Closing my eyes, I try to focus on Lyra, but Augustus’s face keeps interrupting my thoughts. Suddenly a pain erupts through my body, and it feel like I am being stabbed in the side. The pain is unbearable, and it burns like poison. Panic rises through my body as I think of Augustus and before I know it, I feel the bond between us snap. My heart feels like it has been ripped from my chest and all that remains is an empty hole. Augustus is dead and for the first time in my life tears fall from my eyes.

Is this where it would all end? Just before he came down in me. Someone jumped at him, a big wolf, sending Augustus flying down the dirty floor. They snarled at each other but with great Rage, Augustus rammed into Freddie and began to claw him everywhere until he dug his claws right into his chest and took his heart out. My eyes widened in horror as I watched the scene before me unfold. “NO!”.

returning to his cold gesture, with this he walked out of the room. Betty’s heart skipped a beat.

Unbeknownst to her, Ahil had intentionally turned off his phone. It was around 11 PM when he finally decided to leave the office. With his driver absent, he took the wheel himself, despite the recent accident. As he drove, Ahil reached for a cigarette, finding a semblance of solace in the smoke. Since Aakriti's betrayal, the cigarette had become a crutch for him, a coping mechanism for the emotional turmoil.

Vanessa leaned closer to the screen. Funding wasn’t being funneled toward corporate takeovers. It was being redirected into something quieter. Medical acquisitions. Hospital chains. Pharmaceutical suppliers. Her breath caught. She pulled up another document. A recent merger. The name of the facility made her stomach drop. Saint Margaret’s Medical Center. Her mother’s hospital. Vanessa felt the room tilt. No. She refreshed the screen. Cross-referenced the data. It was real. Helena wasn’t just attacking Alexander’s company.