August Writing Prompts Novels & Stories

“I may look like this, but I’m proficient in every musical instrument you could name of, and I’m fine with any music except heavy metal, sometimes rap or dudes who sing like flowers. Felt like they were singing to the demons—blerghhh. What an insult to music.” “Ohhhh.” I was amazed. “If it’s me, I’m more into Romantic and Classical pieces.” “That’s not enough, Luc.” August flicked his finger, saying ‘no’. “Choirs— is the only music that’s good enough to heal your soul.” “Hmm…” I inadvertently placed my fingers below my chin, doubting his words. August then placed his arm over my shoulder so he could lower my head and whisper to me. “It’s simple.” He whispered. “Just imagine the princess sing

August says gently, and if I didn’t just speak to him about her earlier, I honestly would believe him, “I can’t help it. I’ve missed you my dear.” August appears to be sincere, but I know that he too is just stalling for time. He can’t even speak of her without shuddering. There is no way that he still loves that creature. He must have a plan. I’m just going to go with it. He may be our only chance at getting out of this situation unscathed.

August usually likes to be a demon the most, but now she gives up after being persuaded a few words, which is really not her character. "August, did you really give up?" She reconfirmed. "Are you about to go through menopause, so long-winded!" August rolled her eyes at her again: "I'm sure I won't let you help me find someone!" The assistant was reassured by August and finally breathed a sigh of relief. But an hour later, when the assistant saw the hot search content on Weibo, his eyes closed instantly, and he walked very peacefully. August really didn't let her find someone.