Booktok Calendar Novels & Stories

Caleb POV I cleared my calendar on a Wednesday morning and told James I needed three weeks. James, my assistant of years, had never heard me ask for even one full week off. He was quiet for a long moment before saying, "I'll reschedule everything possible and delegate the rest. Is there anything else I can do?" "Tom has therapy on Tuesdays and Thursdays," I said. "Make sure nothing ever lands on those days." "Done," James said. There was a brief pause before James spoke again.

A calendar grid, Catwoman's race dates plotted in red, and beside it, another calendar in blue. "I* Technologies public event schedule," he said. "Board meetings, press events, product launches, and conference appearances. Everything on public record." I looked at the two calendars side by side. The red dates and the blue dates. They didn't overlap. Not once. Not in four years. I looked at the calendar for a long time. "Could be coincidence," Zane said, in the tone of someone who did not believe it was coincidence. "It's not coincidence."

“So, I have a busy day today?” “Girl, you have no idea. You’ll be run off your feet for the next week, I promise you.” The phone rang and he sighed. “I’m sure that’ll be someone else wanting you.” He flipped the appointment book open. “You’re fully booked until the middle of next week, Kat.” “Cool. God knows I need the tips.” Benny peered at her, took in her happiness. “OK, I’ve got to get this call. Welcome back.”

"Make it three. Period. No exceptions unless it's emergency." "Okay." I pulled out my phone. "I'm going to show you something." I opened her calendar that she'd shared with me months ago. The next four weeks were completely packed. Surgery, institution calls, Hopkins meetings, Stanford training, UCSF preparation. "This is April," I said. "Every single day has multiple commitments. You have one day off the entire month." She looked at the screen. "I didn't realize it was that packed." "Because you've been scheduling one thing at a time without looking at the whole picture." I scrolled forward. "May is worse. June is impossible."

The little triangle thing, he suddenly wondered if it had a name, was pointing to yes. The window on the other side of the door asked “Do I really need another candle?” The magic 8 ball underneath it had the answer of “Yes – Definitely” On the door in elegant script was Botanica Wiccan Bookstore, established 2006 Ciara Goode, Proprietess In both windows were elaborate and beautiful displays of books, candles, crystals, tarot cards and novelties. Working up his courage, Knuckles got off his bike and walked inside. He had expected the whole place to be dark and broody.

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“No more trials?” “No more trials,” “No more disgruntled postal workers?” “No more disgruntled postal workers,” Except one, Rachel thought, after seeing the list of events scheduled almost every day for the next three months. “We have two major booksellers conventions next week in preparation for the holiday season and I’d like you to attend both. A personal appearance by the author goes a long way to putting your book on store shelves. Check in with Joan first thing tomorrow for your tickets and itinerary. Now, go home and get some rest,”

I hum along to the melody and start singing as I think about what the schedule is like these next 5 days. We have this technology seminar today, the family dinner, a business meeting and a couple days off in between. My mind is going a million miles a minute thinking about outfits, how to make Colt look the best in front of other Alphas and businessmen, how sexy he looks. Stop it, Layne. Back on track. Formal, casual, dressy casual. Smoky eyes, curly hair. I wanted to try this cute low bun for one of his events. How fucking hot it was when he pinned me against the car. Goddess damn it.

“I need the next three months arranged, show me what you’ve prepared” I swallowed hard and explained my draft from client meetings, travel dates to conference meetings. He stopped behind me and then beside me till I could feel the warmth of his body. “Not like that, let me show you.” He said pointing at the screen. “This date can't overlap. You need to check my calendar too.” I tried to focus on the calendar, anything but the magnetic pull dragging me towards him. I didn’t know how much longer I could survive working side by side with Enzo Ross.

Colour-coded lists, reminders stacked on reminders, email drafts, alarms, everything blinking like a Christmas tree. “Why does your calendar look like a crime investigation board?” I asked. “Because, unlike you, I don’t live in chaos.” Easy enough, I thought. Just click a few buttons and copy-paste some drafts. I swiped and tapped confidently, ignoring the way Scott watched me like I was about to detonate a bomb. Ten seconds later, his Tab chimed angrily, and suddenly I was rescheduling a meeting with my agent to two in the morning while also cancelling my nutritionist appointment.