August The Book Novels & Stories

For now, she didn't even want to wonder what would happen if aunt Margareth finds out about her feelings. Selene stretched first, then slowly dragged herself off the bed, her eyes immediately fixed on the Book of Magic that was lying down on the desk, the one she had gotten from aunt Meredith yesterday. Selene took it gently in her hands and sat on the edge of the bed, setting the bulky volume on her lap, and flipped through the book several times. Afer the fourth time she stopped at a page that showed a portrait of a man with ebony, half-length hair, in a long black coat... The face itself seemed familiar at once, but when Selene saw his eyes - dark and captivating like two black holes, she

She said then put her arms across her chest. “Fuck babe! I haven’t talk to my men yet. I don’t have plans for them.” Jace said then hurriedly fix himself too. “Everything’s already taken care of, Mr. Keller! I already have a reservation in Augustus’ for our dinner tonight. And as Lexi requested, we are all going to hit the club tonight also. But first we have to hurry now cause we are going to fetch the double troublemakers to school and bring them to our friends for a meet up.” She said, grinning widely.

Charlatans! The back room was large. He searched, until he found the book, he searched for. The book was massive, covered in a thick layer of dust. The cover was locked with a handle that was shaped like a figure with elongated arms, he forced the lock. Nothing happened, he wasn't losing hope. With one movement of his hand, he removed the layer of dust.

Chapter One - Sylvie Slam! The door to the café bursts open. The cold winter breeze whips through the small shop, rustling the loose strands of my ebony hair. Momentarily distracted, I barely notice the hard wall of a body until it is too late. Crash! The sound of several ceramic mugs shattering against the unforgiving concrete floor jolts me back into awareness. As if making a huge mess wasn't bad enough, the sound echoed throughout the room and now several, if not all, eyes in the café have been drawn to me. As the spilt coffee slowly spreads across the floor, so too does the hot, red flush of embarrassment across my cheeks.

- asked Augusto facing Soraia in the same class, only that he had placed his chair on the other side, almost touching her legs, who didn't even look at him. -No," she said dryly, "and I'm not going to. -And may I ask why? Soraia looked up from the book she was reading and said, "Why don't I listen to what other people say? -Why are you so stubborn? She pulled his wrist from his strong hand with a jerk and fought back with her nose up. Augustus smiled at her stubbornness and thought about how good she would be,-not that she wasn't already, -and in every way- if she were a she-wolf.

Brittany went with a classic french tip with a coffin style. “Thanks. You too.” Walking over to Gavin, he was texting away on his phone. “Are you going to make it?” “No.” He glanced at me. “How are you holding up? Piercy gave the warriors your book. He’s looking over it with them.” “How’s that going?” I glanced down at his phone. Piercy’s name was pulled up. Gavin gave it to me to look. Piercy: Why the fuck did she need to do this? Gavin: Earn trust, you know this. How’s it going?

he smiles nodding his head. "And Adassah?" "Well, let's just say Adassah is a protagonist of a book called a 'voice in the wind. It's my mom's favorite book. She told me that book leads her to my dad," Matteo chuckles. My mother met my dad when she went to our neighboring pack to buy the limited edition of the book. She was to take the last book from the shelf when my father's hand reaches for it. My father was only there to buy the book for my grandmother since she dares him for it. It wasn't his kind of thing as he was a pretty bad boy at the time.

“This one’s mine.” Inside was a single sheet of paper. No threats. No games. Just a list. A timeline of August’s life moments only he should remember. Some were innocent: “age six, won the spelling bee.” Others were more personal: “age fourteen, kissed Liam behind the chapel.” “age seventeen, burned the first manuscript.” Each line ended the same way: You were never alone. August’s hands trembled. His knees went weak. At the very bottom, one last sentence was scrawled in a different ink:

August called out. “Good afternoon ma’am, what can I help you with”. “Harry Potter “. August said , she just called out any book to test it. A minute later, she saw a robot bringing the book to her, “here it is”. The robot said and handed the book to her . August collected the book from it and said, “thank you”. “My pleasure”. It said and went away. “So awesome”. Anita clapped her hands and said. They were done touring the library, although August was reluctant to leave the library, she had no choice.

Nathan says and Marcus squints at me. "And hour and a half," he says and I know I can't change his mind. "I'll get started before tea," I tell them and I go to the kitchen table to start doing some revision. Minnie sits beside me and wags her tail every time i give her attention. I quickly get distracted and as Marcus is walking past to go to the kitchen he puts the pen back in my hand and kisses my temple to motivate me. I sigh and try my best to keep writing the English essay Nathan set me but I keep looking over to him in the kitchen with his sleeves rolled up. He's so hot it's unfair. And then to make it worse Marcus walks past in a tight t-shirt and sweatpants. Are they trying to make m