August Heart Novels & Stories

Sharmaine sat on the sofa, she looked at Augustus who was in pain, the medicine that Mark gave him would make Augustus a full grown vampire again, Sharmaine clenched her fist, she understood what Mark wanted from Augustus. Augustus lay still on the bed, his little face pale, his veins red, in the shape of eight years old, but he suffered from the heart. Hands clenched. Sharmaine can't do anything, she has done this step, she must not regret it.

I asked, dropping all the formalities. “He’s stable for now Joanne”Steve said as he took a deep long breath before continuing, “his heart went into acute decompensation and he lost consciousness due to poor cardiac output.” My pulse quickened and my heart thudded. I tried to calm down and not tilt towards the negative side. “I don't know how to tell you this, we've started him on inotropes but his response is so far minimal. We might be talking of a heart transplant” Steve dropped the news with a calm voice.

August said. “I’m still really surprised at your stupidity, you look so old but you are senseless “. She said and cursed him. August doesn't normally curse, but when she is angry expect it from her. The vice president saw that the meeting was no longer in his Favour so he wanted to escape, he looked at August and quickly stood up from his chair and went to the door. As soon as he opened the door to escape, he was pushed inside back which made him stumble hard and fell on the ground.

without warning I explode into a fit of laughter at his terrified face, holding onto my stomach as to not fall over. “I know what you meant, August. But just so you know, I had open-heart surgery, not a transplant....” I touch my palm to his cheek, our eyes meeting, “and I do, feel her. Because, although it was incomplete, it’s still the heart she gave me. Thank you.” Smiling up at him, I pull him into a tight hug before making our way down the hill to where the others waited. “Everything alright?” Hughs asks, concern evident in his voice.

he takes my face in his hand and kisses me. Fuck his lips are so soft against mine. it feels like heaven. I should stop him, shout at him my mind is screaming telling me to stop him, but my heart says no just live the moment. we pull away to breathe. we are looking into each other eyes "I'm not going to see you again. right?"

Liam sought out the doctor, insisting on a thorough explanation of Augustine's condition. The doctor passed him the examination report. "Mr. Robertson Senior is exhibiting signs of heart failure. Based on his previous checkups, this episode came on abruptly, and the symptoms are particularly severe. "Though consistent with his known condition, I suspect external influences may have contributed." The caution in the doctor's tone did not escape Liam. He understood the unspoken warning perfectly. Clutching Augustine's medical history, he returned to the room. The shadow in his expression immediately set Gregory and Lara on edge.

My throat tightened. “Yes,” I managed. “I did.” “Good.” She smiled wider. “Do you need help with anything?” “No, thank you.” I hesitated, then added, “Do you need my help with anything?” She shook her head. “Nothing at all.” Her calm was grounding. Normal. I clung to it. Before I could say anything else, his voice cut through the air behind me. “Camilla.” I turned slowly. August stood in the doorway, arms crossed over his chest, posture rigid. He was glaring hard enough to make my stomach flip. There was something coiled about him now, something sharp and restrained.

‘’ Please get well soon. ‘’ Where’s August? Why’s he not back with the herb?’’. ‘’ Hey, search that place. We have to heal him,’’ August was instructing the other Omega’s to search for it, all around the whole forest at night. ‘’ Lord, wait for us. Don’t give up hope.’’ ‘’ Hurry up!’’. Rain kept washing the wound, the groanings were reducing from time to time, but they became, even more, louder than before.

My boyfriend said he had been connected to a system that let him see how much other people needed him. The first thing he did was ask me with tears in his eyes, "Your number is only 30. Don't you love me?" I told him, "Just because I don't depend on you doesn't mean I don't love you." After that, whenever it rained, he would hold an umbrella over his secretary and even drive out of his way to take her home. When I asked him about it, he would say, "Don't overthink it. Her number is high, so I know she needs my help." One day, I was sick and stuck in bed, but he chose to go shopping with his secretary. "Your number is low, but she's in more urgent need of me. I'll go shopping with her first,

She said and we both fell into a comfortable silence for like five straight minutes, kicking our legs inside the water. “I don't think he's avoiding you.” she said and my eyes widened. “I'm sorry?” “August, I don't think he's avoiding you.” She repeated. “Oh, that. It's completely fine. I was just ranting.” “No, for you to say it, it's actually on your mind. August would never admit it, in as much as he's happy that you're here, he's also scared of change. He has always been scared of someone having control over him. He prefers to be in control all the damn time and I always wonder if it doesn't get tiring for him. He went through a lot as a child, but I'm telling you, he's a good man. He m