Auguste Clown Novels & Stories

During the meeting I've scheduled once Rain wakes up, those vile men will be killed before the people. But for now, they're serving punishment in the dungeon. The kind they gave my father. "That's good to know," I beam. When I turn back again, I find Augustine watching us. He instantly tears his eyes away, fiddling with vials that mistakenly fall and break into shards on the floor. "Hey! The fuck is your problem?" One of the guards watching him yells, punching Augustine in the face. Augustine sputters and breathes out. "I'm sorry, I made a mistake." He casts Lester and me another wobbling look as he pants.

The man who made her miserable and in pain. Galvin laughs, I look at Sharmaine, you will come back to me in the end, we will be happy together. – Augustus standing on stage, he smiled: "Welcome here today. Today I am honored to inform everyone about my clan. My clan name is AS, I hope will get help from everyone in the vampire world. Thank you for being there." Augustus took the clan name AS, meaning his and Sharmaine's names, this clan appeared for them. Augustus knows things will be heavy and starts to go crazy, Augustus looks at his family, including the person he loves the most, Sharmaine.

Probably drafted in from Frankia, though they appeared to have little fashion sense. Beggars couldn’t be choosers. Maybe Clara was dictating what they wore just as she owed her own poor attire to that detestable woman. Eithne felt instant guilt for calling her own flesh and blood, even if she had kept the sentiment to herself. “Hurry,” she said. “Before my mother has yet another change of heart.” Augustus’ room was identifiable by a trident, even though she understood Nero was the handiest with that particular weapon.

one of the female clowns tried to get Declan to eat the treat. "No, thanks," he slapped her hand away. "That's Panis Kullet. If I eat that, my dick will fall off." "Why isn't it working on this one?" A beautiful, honeyed voice whispered. "I don't know - I think he's a virgin," the fat clown answered. "I don't feel so good," I complained as my stomach acted up. "I don't either," Dimitri added. "Ahhh!" He exclaimed his discomfort. "Fuck! What's happening to you?" I asked as I noticed Dimitri's features changing. His face started to sprout horns - I was too busy controlling my own pain to focus any further on Dimitri's changes.

Augustine burst into a maniacal laugh, his twisted laughter echoing off the walls as he reveled in the success of his nefarious plan. "I told you, didn't I?" Augustine's voice filled the desolate space, his words laden with an unearthly conviction as he grappled with the shadows of his past. "I told you, Mr. Sampson, that I would become the greatest scientist to ever live and I would outdo you in all ramifications. And I have done it. I have been able to clone myself, something you've failed to do." The words reverberated in the silence, a bitter declaration of triumph tinged with the remnants of an old wound. Augustine's gaze shifted to an old photograph resting on the desk, depicting a you

Was her eyes playing tricks on her or was the light skinned, brooding stranger really there? The trance they had subjected themselves to was broken by a cough from one of over 170 students, a light skinned boy with chestnut hair who looked nothing older than 24, making him probably three years older than Clara and 6 years younger than Lucian. Lucian broke the stare, “Just take a seat. Never repeat this.” He commanded dismissing her, the painful hiss of the microphone following his words.

The car itself was a circus. "August is in charge of all of the roustabouts." Jules nodded towards an older man with salt and pepper hair and loose skin hanging at his jowls, sitting in an ancient looking fold-out chair. "He bites too, so don't let his appearance fool you." "Mister Loup," the man called August grunted at Jules when we wandered by. I caught August doing a once over on me and sniffing the air like he caught a whiff of something foul. I could have sworn I heard him mutter something about "human filth" as Jules pushed his way through another doorway.

- I'm going to make you scream," he promised as he started the back and forth dance of his fingers on Soraia's hot interior and faster and faster, and when he felt she was going to explode, he withdrew his fingers, she calmed down, he went all the way in again. Soraia smiled and gave him a smothering kiss and that's when he moved his fingers vigorously against her causing her to explode in the first violent climax, swallowing his name in a scream. But before she had time to open her eyes and calm the frantic beating of her heart, Augusto finally shed his pants and boxer briefs and guided his cock into her slippery heat where he had long dreamed of entering. - Ah, Augustus, release me from my

Augustus turned his head towards his son to find him already glaring at him. Aurelius tried his best to control his laughter after seeing Augustus . Augustus was simply confused. He saw his son after nine months and first thing his son does is to ignore him and secondly glare at him. 'does this yellow fabric girl knows black magic? ' he said to himself.

Cliff exclaims, and for a moment, it’s almost like old times—the four of us together, laughing, sharing stories. But then Augustine is seized by another coughing fit, and the illusion shatters. When she settles again, there’s blood on her lips. The doctor steps forward to wipe it away, checking her monitors with a grim expression. “I’m so glad,” Augustine says, “that… you two found your way back to each other. When you first met, I told Cliff that I’d never seen two mates more perfectly matched. Do you remember that, Cliff?” “I do,” he says with a nod. “I know you said you were being a romantic old fool.”