August Vachiravit Novels & Stories

She was recalling the last time she had been down here, when she had been a prisoner herself. We came to the bottom of the stairs and I took the lead, passing the empty cells until I approached the one that housed the first man to have ever abused my mate. Thanatos thrashed from within my mind, begging me to give him control so he could rip this pathetic man’s throat out. Wes took one look at me and shuffled to the back wall, pressing himself against it as though he wished it would swallow him up and remove him from my sight. I stared at the pitiful excuse of a man for a minute longer, feeling my claws sharpen as I took in his sad appearance. His grey eyes were dull, matching his thinning ha

She clenched her fists, “RUTHLESS!” “Everyone!” A government official stood in the middle of the road, causing traffic on the road. As a government official, no one could easily push him over. Especially when he was no ordinary government official. This one was a special person from Lagsu district. He was the chief executive of Lagsu district, Phalan. Violet remembered his relationship with the Saintess clearly. Maybe this was her sign to find out more about Musa.

My legs felt as if they were not only giving up on me, my lungs were too. “Alpha Aguilar Ivanov.” The man said, and I watched as everyone looked down at their feet before forcing myself to do the same. The Alpha passed us, but I couldn’t help but frown when I noticed that he stopped in front of me. I kept my head down, knowing not to say a word, and it wasn’t until he put his finger under my chin, raising my face, that my vision blurred.

I desperately wanted to change the subject as he picked the laptop. "Albert Smith?" He asked with an arch between his brows as he turned to me. "There's been two here, one that was convicted in the 90s and the one that got released weeks ago" He said as I stared in horror as he faced the monitor to my face. "Is this him?" I asked as he showed me his snapshot taken during his arrest. His beards, his terrifying cold eyes and the tattoo across his right arm. And the shape of the nose I wish I never had.

He says before leaving me with a group of young adults looking up. I follow their gaze and almost immediately, my face shows up on the screen along with some information about me. Name: AVA COLLINS Age: 21 Crimes: Mass Murder, Arson, Kidnapping etc Qualities: Pro in weaponry, Skillful, Has Anger issues, Dangerous and conniving nature. Grade: A* Well, I guess I know why that woman was asking so many questions. Everyone seems shocked apart from the dangerous clique. They just seem impressed. After a while, Everyone goes back to whatever they were doing and the girl Rhea walks up to me wearing black workout clothes.

Xavier: “All your vitals are normal. And your body is strong. With you carrying an Alpha’s baby, some other women might have more difficulties. But you seem safe of them.” Dr. Leah said, looking at Valerie. “You are eight weeks pregnant. You are still due a long way, but you and your baby are healthy.”

I’d been drowning in the illusion of Zenya for months, and now there was someone else—someone with the same eyes—spilling truth like blood on marble. “At seventeen, I started digging. Tracking the origins of everything they told me. And eventually…” He paused and looked directly at Miguel. “I found your father. Senator Myers.” Miguel’s eyes flared wide. “You tracked that down at seventeen?” Viktor laughed quietly and pulled something from his pocket. His ID. “I didn’t sleep. I’m the owner of V-Core, the most advanced AI-integrated cybernetics system in the world. You think hacking a few archives scared me?”

I pushed his arm off me quickly and jumped out of the bed. “Camilla?” His voice was rough with sleep behind me. I didn’t answer. I barely made it to the bathroom before the nausea took over. I dropped to my knees in front of the toilet and threw up hard. My whole body shook with the force of it, my hands gripping the cold porcelain while my stomach twisted painfully. Footsteps rushed in behind me. “Camilla.” August’s voice sounded fully awake now. He crouched beside me immediately, one hand pushing my hair back from my face while the other rested lightly on my back.

I was just about to fold myself into the vehicle when I halted, glaring Victor dead in the eyes as I questioned, "How can I be certain that you don't plan to do anything to me?" Victor huffed and pinched the bridge of his nose as his features twisted in a pensive mask. After a minute or two, he began signing, "Message your friend. Tell her you're with me. My name is Victor Silva. If she doesn't hear from you in the morning then she should file a charge against me." Silva. Hispanic decent. His tanned skin suddenly made a lot of sense. I fished out my phone from the pocket of my trench coat and opened a chat with Erica.

Lorensius glanced at the girl, then chuckled softly. "Why don't you just stay here? After earning a lot of money, you can buy a luxury apartment and live in peace until you're old." "No, I don't want to do that. After my father gets out of prison, I'll take him to Switzerland." *** Jackson Matteo, the 21-year-old man, is the only son of the owner of the Roulette Corporation, the largest electronics company in America. He was an intelligent man and of course very handsome. The man walked unsteadily into a cafe. He sat at the far end of the bench and swept his gaze across the cafe.