English August Novel Novels & Stories

--- Elsewhere… Nelly Couldn’t Finish the First Page Nelly sat in her room, sadness weighing heavily on her face. She felt as if Naomi had taken Adel from her completely. She stepped out, hesitant, and stopped at Naomi’s door. Her hand trembled as she reached for the handle… then slowly turned it. The room lit up. It was neatly arranged. On the table lay a book Naomi had been reading. She approached and picked it up. The title read: “Your Eyes Found Me – A Novel” She turned off the light and left.

Yet, she is not ready to lose Dapo to someone like Bisola who was a pauper and an orphan. Just as Kate wanted to walked back inside, she saw Dapo coming out first, and Bisola on his tail, without even saying anything to her, both entered into Dapo car, and Dapo drove away angrily. Kate can’t even said anything to stopped Dapo, she was on that same spot for a very long time. Finally she entered into her car and she also drove away.

Morgan struggled desperately under her grip, unable to breathe. His face turned bright red as he frantically clawed at her arms, but June's fingers only tightened around his throat. "June… you've lost your mind…" Only when Morgan was nearly suffocating did June suddenly come back to her senses. The alcohol cleared from her head in an instant. Morgan braced himself against the wall and staggered backward step by step, fear and hatred filling his eyes. "June, you couldn't even stay loyal to your husband. Now he's gone and doesn't want you anymore—you think you can still keep anyone by your side? You think you're any decent yourself? If anyone's shameless and pathetic here, it's you."

However, I was mistaken all along because it was my own body that I am using, although it was just a clone. Because of what happened last night, I didn't dare to view these people as characters that I read in the novel. They were now breathing and alive. In other words, they are also living beings. I still don't know why Eve read the novel and how she managed to read it. Also, I am curious about her reaction after knowing that she was just small cannon fodder that was written Angus's face darkened. “You know that there was poison on it but you still ate it?”

They finally entered the pavilion, and when Elena followed Lucien inside, her eyes widened and her heart felt squeezed. She did not know what she saw there… … Author : I'm really sorry guys if my English are stiff, but please tell me do you understand this?🥺 Does the feel of this novel delivered to you? Im not native so my English is quite formal, please let me know in the comment about this book. 😭🙏🏻 Thank you guys. 🥺💙

Chapter 8 Dinner “You should have stolen me from him, no you should've never left me. Aus., you left me and because of you I met him. I hate you. I should never have lo-” waiting for her to finish what she was saying but she had fallen right back to sleep, Augustine was frustrated and helplessly carried her again, the woman was clearly too drunk to even go inside by herself and he won’t risk her safety for some simple task of carrying her.

What had happened at the Old Mansion? ​My thoughts drifted back to the office lift—the whispers of the two girls I’d overheard. August had a lover. Who was she? Was she the reason for August sadness? I pictured a woman who looked like a queen, someone perfect enough to break a man like August Harrington. Where was she now? Why did he sometimes look at me with so much hate? ​Thousands of questions swarmed my head, buzzing like angry bees. But the physical and emotional exhaustion of the day was a tide I couldn't swim against.

Dear dairy I have been reading this amazing novel, and heart off I am loving it. The author must have put a lot of effort into writing it, I had never expected Edward to be the killer, I mean he’s too nice to have killed someone but turns out, he was faking everything. That novel is very great. hashtag: I love it. I can’t wait for part two of the novel, I have to find out if truly Josephine is a mummy and if Edward is dead. I need to read book two urgently.

There are larger battles than desire. By the time I reached the northern ridge where my aunt lived, I had calmed enough to remember why I needed her. If anyone held the truth about my bloodline, it was her. Her cottage sat under the twisted boughs of a dead oak, the air thick with herbs and smoke. She was waiting for me, as though she had already known I’d come. Her eyes, pale and sharp like winter ice, fixed on me the moment I entered. “You look tired,” she said, her voice like gravel.