Augustus Sinclair Romane & Geschichten

Sinclair. Feeling too lazy and tired to reply to all of them I select a few like my parent's messages and reply to them, telling them I'd send money for the electricity and water bill tomorrow. I scroll through others as I lay on my bed. There's a notification from my bank and my eyes widen in surprise when I click on it and see the details. You just received a transfer of eighty thousand dollars from Nicholas F. Sinclair... I place my phone on my nightstand and go to bed.

It was as if I could hear every second tick by, laughing at me as sweat stung my eyes and nausea tickled my throat. Regardless, I had managed to hold my own against Julius, spurred on by my own stubborn pride as he pushed me to my limits. The satisfaction of hearing Thanatos scold him through the mind-link as I avoided yet another one of his blows was enough to bring a lazy smile to my face, even if I did feel like I was currently dying.

Gillian patiently coaxed in a sweet voice while trying to fake a calm smile as much as she could. Seeing that Augustus' reaction didn’t change at her explanation, a trace of anxiety began to bubble in Gillian. Gillian wished she could just make contact with Butler Leo; she would have used her eyes to signal Butler Leo to find a way to bring Augustus out of the hall. Augustus is a genius billionaire; how dare she let such a person clean a hall? Even if she had 100 lives, she really couldn't dare.

“Or now?” The startled members looked at Augustus, who had set aside his phone to enigmatically stare at them some time during Julius’s speech. His expression was calm. There was no trace of embarrassment or remorse in his face. “Sir?” “What? I should be deprived of my grandchildren because my son was an idiot?”

Ignoring Lucy's clear reluctance, he teased her, "Your friend's a real worrywart, huh? It's just a friendly visit, nothing to sweat over." However, Lucy's guard went up even more. That guy had to be up to something, and she dropped all pretenses of politeness. "I'm busy, sir!" Augustus feigned a troubled look, though inside, he was doing a victory dance. Maintaining his composure, he said, "If you're occupied, perhaps another occasion would be suitable. Could you provide your contact information so that we can connect later?"

“I was actually asking my boss, but okay.” “Go,” I told Marcus, fighting the sudden urge to smile. Marcus grabbed his newspaper and paused right beside August at the doorway. “Saturday’s sold out too, by the way.” August’s jaw tightened into a hard, dangerous line. Marcus made a swift, graceful exit, pulling the door shut behind him. I leaned back in my chair, lacing my fingers together. August was wearing another charcoal suit, cut so impeccably it made him look like a billionaire warlord. Apparently, the man had decided color was a sign of weakness. His expression suggested he had spent his entire morning contemplating murder.

"I dare because I'm August Adam's, CEO of this conglomerate. I dare because I have the power, the influence, and the intelligence you can only dream of. Whereas you are just a forgotten chapter in my history” August was really angry, when she caught him cheating and planning her downfall, she was too weak to fight back. But now was the opportunity to vent all her anger and hatred on him as she wanted so she was not holding back at all with her insults. She wants to humiliate and embarrass him, just as she felt years ago. Lisa was very happy to see her friend in action, so she stepped forward, as her eyes sparkled with amusement. "Oh, August, you are being too kind," she said, her voice dripp

“Hiding behind your puppets is cowardly. Why don’t you come out front if you want to fight?” “Ah,” Augus snorted. “Goading me is not wise. Do you think I’m wasting time? Not at all. I could deal with you in the blink of an eye. I’m just giving you an opportunity, Cole.” I was almost startled by Augus’s sudden intimacy in referring to Cole. I was certain he was plotting something vile behind his so-called “opportunity,” and it made me sick. “You see, after all… we’re family,” Augus said. “Sylvia is my niece, and surely you’re my grand—”

He said, shouting over the loud music. "Friday nights were made for having fun!" I said. I signalled the bartender to get me another shot. Was this shot number 8? I couldn't tell. "Blair!" I felt someone grab my arm. Maddox. It was Maddox. "Professor. Excuse my friend, he isn't feeling like himself." "I can tell..." he said. That was when the bartender passed me the shot. I drank it without a moment's hesitation. After I cleared the glass in one quick gulp, I placed it right under Dr Reynolds' nose.

I nodded, not really understanding. “Oh psha, Miles is just a cranky stickler for rules. Cadogen’s family has ruled this coven for a very long time and Miles’s family has been their advisors for just as long. Rules have been bred into him. Follow me young lady.” Lita got up with the elegance of a dancer. She wore a simple black dress with a red rose motif down the back. I followed her, stealing a look behind me. Miles was already gone like he had never been there to begin with. A Shudder ran down my spine.