Augustus Waters Quotes Novels & Stories

My cheeks heated. "Well, umm, is this supposed to be a compliment?" I asked hesitating. "Of course, it is! You're looking gorgeous." I reciprocated his smile. To be honest, I was never complimented in a good way. Xerxes often told me how beautiful I was, only when he was buried deep inside me and his hands around my neck. I was indeed beautiful to him, only when I was under him. "You don't look bad yourself." Augustus cleared his throat as he grabbed the glass of water and took a sip. He suddenly seemed tensed. The smile on his face had rendered to a distasteful scowl, his jaw clenched and eyes glaring daggers at his beta.

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

he asked. I leaned back in the chair. "I think it's fairly clear what he meant." There was a warning in the way he said it. "Keyla." "He meant that he was tired of watching you search for the wrong thing in the wrong way" I glanced at the note. "And that the answer was with me." I had to think before every word came out evenly. I almost laughed. "Augustus had opinions about how this family manages people." I tapped the paper lightly. "That note was one of them."

Wife can’t leave! Tears pooled in Augustus' eyes, and they turned red-rimmed. The more these thoughts coursed through Augustus’ mind, the more tears that spilled past Augustus' eyes. “Wife, don’t avoid Augustus. Augustus will be good. Augustus won’t run around anymore. Augustus won’t touch the computer and go through the search engine. Augustus won’t give out Augustus’ phone. Wife, don't leave Augustus.” Tears cascaded down Augustus's cheeks like broken strings. Seeing such a view of Augustus made Gillian’s eyes enlarge and made her heart ache as if it had been punched through deeply.

Augustus demanded frostily. “Me!” Kiran declared proudly. “You…” “Augustus, do you see what a cocky b*stard he is?” Wesley fanned the flames eagerly. “I have good reason to be cocky. Still not convinced?” Kiran replied domineeringly. Augustus cast Yvonne a wordless look as if to say, ‘Do you understand the current situation?’ “Augustus, if you attack Kiran, you’re as senseless as all these people. I advise you to think twice,” Yvonne warned.

I guess it's from lack of rest. “Just consider it.” Augustus is a being of fire, or insusceptible to fire, since we definitely realize he can't kick the burnt bucket,” I chime in a bit, “and until a couple of months earlier I had no idea that it's a... whatever it is — talk. Gabriel narrows his eyes, he doesn't really see what I'm trying to reveal to him. What I'm talking about is that Augusto is the body's bully — let it go, trying to collectively turn down the volume of the individuals passing by us.

I guess it's from lack of rest. “Just consider it.” Augustus is a being of fire, or insusceptible to fire, since we definitely realize he can't kick the burnt bucket,” I chime in a bit, “and until a couple of months earlier I had no idea that it's a... whatever it is — talk. Gabriel narrows his eyes, he doesn't really see what I'm trying to reveal to him. What I'm talking about is that Augusto is the body's bully — let it go, trying to collectively turn down the volume of the individuals passing by us.

Unable to go back to sleep, I slipped out of bed and headed downstairs for a glass of water. The house was quiet. The only sound was the hum of the refrigerator. As I stepped into the kitchen, I froze. August was already there. He stood by the counter with a bottle of water in one hand. He hadn't noticed me yet. He wasn't wearing a shirt. He tipped the bottle back, taking a long drink. A few drops escaped the corner of his mouth and traced a slow path down his chest. I stared. Shamelessly… like the view was a rare sighting.

“Just thinking. I hate this—sneaking around, hiding. I thought I was done with this part of my life.” “You’re an Augustus,” Nathan said gently. “You’ll never really be done with it.”

August whispered, leaning over the keys, his forehead resting against the wood. "Keep breathing, Spring. I’m still here. I’m still talking." ​ ---