August Visitor の小説・ストーリー

Every summer, we would sell out the houses to vacationers. “Alpha!” I turned to look at Ricky, my Gamma, leaning out of the door. He was motioning to me, and I sighed. Unhooking my arm from Helena, I walked over to him. “What is it, Gamma?” “So, we have most places booked through the next couple of months. Plus, we are completely booked for June, July and August already as well. The plan for the last 4th of July and the Summer Festival worked swimmingly.” He winked.

Her little sister couldn't make it o n time because her plane was delayed due t o bad weather in Canada, where she had been living for seven months. Las Vegas was the sixth city h e had visited a n d h e had scheduled four performances there. When his agent told him that touring America was a good idea, August hesitated for a moment, knowing that America was full of good illusionists. h e thought it would be like taking sand t o the beach. But h e was surprised t o discover that h e was very wrong. The American public loved him a n d they showed him their fascination night after night by selling out all the locations in which h e appeared.

Hello dear readers. I'm thankful to you all for making it this far. I'd like to give you a notice that I won't be available for updates till 11th of August due to some personal affairs. I'll appreciate your understanding and I apologize for any inconvenience this may cause. Thank you ~

August innocently sat eating there, her ice cream. “We need to leave, Auggie,” Athena grabbed August’s arm. “10 days, baby, your countdown starts today,” was the last thing she heard before Athena left the room.

I spotted Mrs Carrington at the base of the stairs and stopped her from doing whatever it was she was doing. “Good afternoon, Miss Wolfe.” She greeted me with her usual robotic voice. “For the hundredth time.” I rolled my eyes. “It’s Miss Elena,” I emphasised with exaggerated hand gestures. “I can’t call you by your name, Miss Wolfe.” She simply responded. I sighed, rubbing my temples with my fingers. Why do I even bother? “Where’s August?” I asked. “He is not at home, Miss Wolfe.” She replied and I nodded. Fucking workaholic.

I had already left my family once, but this felt so much more final. "I'll come to visit," I said, trying to smile to stop myself from crying. "Troy says autumn is a terrible time to be in the Isles.... Hurricanes, can you believe it?" "You'll be just in time to see the last of the fireweed blooms if you come in early August," he said soberly, a flash of sadness in his eyes. "And you and mom can visit every winter, in January… when it's negative thirty and windy everyday." "We will. I promise you."

-I didn't expect you to receive visitors like this- he said as he pointed to Soraia in her unstructured jeans and her blouse being crushed against those breasts that he felt like licking and sucking, and the best part was that she was without a bra. Soraia took a deep breath and pulled herself together. -First, visitors don't come in through the window of the person's room -he smiled charmingly- and second, I obviously don't receive visitors in shorts. -I'd love it if you'd receive me like this," he admitted as he walked over to her, who tried to back away, but the damn door to her room blocked it, giving Augusto the chance to press him there.

“After the thaw begins but before the passes open fully. Fewer travelers. Fewer eyes. Fewer chances for accidents.” August had exhaled, relief and wariness mingling in the breath. He had expected resistance, delay, perhaps even refusal. Instead Winter had given him a date. A frame. A boundary. “And the name?” August had asked carefully. “You’re still going with…” Winter had turned then, face unreadable in the shifting firelight. The scar over his left brow stood out starkly, a pale slash against the shadowed planes of his cheek. His storm-gray eyes had met August’s without warmth, without hesitation.

They didn’t know how she haunted me even in my dreams, or how her scent clung to my nostrils regardless of where I was. Neither of them found their mates, so I didn’t expect them to be sympathetic. When we arrived at August’s pack—Wolf Summer—we were greeted by him at the door. August was much older than me and closer to my father’s age. We were good friends, though, and I respected him. As usual, he was wearing a checkered vest and black slacks, and he seemed to be wearing glasses this time around. “Alpha Cyrus, welcome to my humble abode.” “Thank you, Alpha August,” I said as I shook his hand.

“You have a guest.” Kate narrowed her eyes at the information. She was certain she had instructed the secretary to send out a notice to all their partners and the public: no meetings or visitors until the end of summer. “A guest? Didn’t you send out the notice?” She asked, sitting up and placing her elbows on the desk. “I did, ma’am. But I don’t think he knows anything about it,” the secretary replied. “Then ask him to leave and return after summer. I’m not accepting any guests right now.” Her eyes were devoid of emotion. She just wanted the conversation to end so she could get back to work. Even this brief exchange felt like too much rest.