August Visitor Novels & Stories

He beamed and replied, "You chose well, Caia. August is a good man." The following morning, August dropped Pastor Basil at the church, and then he drove his car to the Taylor mansion. Fortunately, the gate was not locked. He parked his car in the driveway, then he knocked on the door.

Adorned with silver-grey face brick and high arched windows, this would be the home of her dreams. August comes to a stand-still in front of the villa and looks over at her. “Your present is inside, I had to come to pick it up at a friend's house. Sorry, babe,” he says to her apologetically and she feels somewhat crestfallen. For a minute she thought August bought this home for her. “Come, let’s go get it,” he says and gets out of the Maybach, walking over to her side of the vehicle, he opens the door and takes her hand. “They’re not here for the holidays, they’ve gone overseas for the holidays. The wife can’t stand the cold of Ainsdale over Christmastime. They also recently welcomed a baby,

Shane asked with a raised eyebrow. Mita sighed and looked at her cousin as if he were an idiot. "Shane, did you forget what month it is?" Mita started a question that made Shane frown. Since Mita felt that her cousin was already an idiot who couldn't think more clearly, she happily explained, "It's August where I still have a long vacation. You forgot that it's summer in England and we have a vacation from July to August. How could you forget when you've lived in Paris, which isn't too far from where I live in England?"

“The Mermaid Bed and Breakfast. This is Jade. How may I help you?” “We’re going out!” Aisha, my best friend, shouts into the phone. “I saw some fresh meat roaming the land and we all know they’ll end up at the Red Din.” “There is always fresh meat this time of year,” I laugh. The tourists are thick around town right now and will be until September. Then they start to dwindle down some and the town goes back to just us locals. Not that we complain. The big resort keeps the town busy during peak season. But we do like it when off-season comes and it’s mainly all of us again for a while.

Come on. The doors slid open. And there he was. August. Standing in the middle of the elevator like he had been waiting all along. Arms crossed. Expression calm, almost bored, as if he had anticipated my every thought.

Cillian was at home waiting for her, and if she was late, he would surely start to worry—especially with how overprotective he had been lately. A headache began to form. She was not a child, after all. Regardless, she really did not feel like speaking to the man before her. Oblivious to Lucy's discomfort, Augustus cheerfully asked, "I actually have a matter to discuss. Also, I was wondering if you might come over to my place?" Alarm bells rang in Lucy's head. What was he implying? Inviting a near-stranger to his home… Were Charleston folks always so welcoming? That could not be right. She had heard that Charleston locals were known for being aloof and distant. This had to be out of the ordin

August practically threw their keycards at the front desk woman, and the two sprinted out the front door and down the hill as though running from a stampede. The clock on Aiden’s phone struck eleven fifty. The bus would be leaving in forty minutes. As he dashed with August down and out onto the main road, he prayed they would make it in time. . . TBC Written by Authoress Kamara

Elisa D´Angelo We arrived at the water park, and the bright colors contrasting with the sandy floors were awesome. I had heard about this water park in particular, but I had never gotten around to coming to it. It was located in Hunter´s territory, and it was a huge business success within the area; it also attracted so many tourists in the high season. Right now, it was not a peak; the summer is about to come, late spring, so the place was not busy, it was empty.

that made me angry and even sadder. That was all before I met them though before I met him. The Omishores had just moved into town when I met them. I was on the beach that early morning, waiting for Zaynab. It was during the holidays and the beach was full of people, not the few rich people who normally came but since it was during a holiday, even the lower class people could make time to come to the beach. They weren't busy working their asses off just to get paid scraps at the end of the day. Everybody on the beach was staring at some people and I initially ignored them until I heard one of the girls on the beach whisper to another:

Dona's POV I stood in the lobby of August's hotel with my backpack slung over one shoulder, waiting. It was Monday morning, early enough that the lobby was mostly empty except for a few business people checking out. I'd set aside the anger I felt after the call from my mother yesterday. If I was being honest, I couldn't give a fuck about it right now. I just wanted to see August. The elevator doors opened and he stepped out, dressed in a grey hoodie and jeans, his black hair still damp from his shower. When he saw me, he stopped walking for a second.