Hating Monday Novels & Stories

“You have been weird, Dale. Do you know that? And I just can’t figure out what is wrong.” “You are getting close to fighting the reaper,” Dale responds, looking at everything but me. “Today is Monday, and the day could be Tuesday for all we know.” “Yes!” I retort, trying to demonstrate the situation with my hands, “Which is a great thing, I don’t see how that will worry you.” Dale sighs, proceeding to avoid my eyes even further, “To me, that’s doomsday.”

Especially when I was as far from classy as you could get. My black slacks and white button-up shirt didn't have a stitch of natural fiber—just a synthetic blend that was uncomfortably affordable. My tattered heels had gotten a few new scruffs tonight, ones that I’d cover with a sharpie when I got home. “Is it always this empty?” He suddenly asked. “Huh?” I asked, my cheeks heating up in embarrassment. He must have caught me staring at him. “The bar, is it always this empty?” “Oh…” I glanced around. “It’s not usually this empty, but it’s a Monday, Mondays are kinda slow.”

Our enmity became legendary, a bitter rivalry fueled by a deep-seated hatred that burned hotter with each passing day. Now, as he resurfaced in my life, threatening to destroy everything I held dear, I knew that our feud was far from over. Monroe was a dangerous adversary, one who would stop at nothing to achieve his twisted vision of revenge. But I was equally determined to protect my family, to ensure that his vendetta against me would not succeed.

I said, rubbing my chin. I’m never going to let him take what’s mine, he never liked father, and father never liked him, always trying to be alone and spiteful, I hated that, besides he pushed me off a railing when we were little, I’m not going to let him have his cake and still eat it. I picked up my phone to dial a number “It’s time I did things my way” I muttered, dialing. “Hey hot stuff” I heard her call over the phone, I rolled my eyes, she’s only attracted to the wealthy, just the type I’m looking for.

Something crackling. And fuck—I hate it. I hate Isla Moreau.

But from today, I don’t give a fuck about any of them. I would die in fourteen days time, but I would die knowing that I didn’t give any of these fuckers the satisfaction they were craving. Today, I embrace hatred over love. Today, I choose chaos over peace. Today, I choose hate. ** [ ~ Day Eight ~ ]

He actually smirked, turned around and started walking casually, away from the unwanted cameras he attracted. Monday’s are usually the worst for most students but me. I was always eager when a Monday was approaching after the boring weekends. I would be in the Spongebob spirit singing “thank gosh it’s Monday......”, but the Monday spirit died on that day, in that cursed hallway. ************************************* Having a best friend like Brenna must be tiring but exciting. Thanks for reading 😌, please don't feel shy to share your thoughts so I may write to your preference. Don't forget to drop a vote❤️, see you on Monday.

Maddie opened up with her sad face. Ken just continued cooking. “My birthdays were always like this. 15 years ago, I lost my parents and it was my birthday too. That’s why I know how it feels to lose your loved ones.” Maddie added. Her eyes started to water but she wiped them right away and stopped herself from laughing. She stood up and walked towards the dining table. Maddie looked at Ken. “I guess, birthdays are not always meant to be celebrated and to become happy.” She said while smiling at Ken.

The man hit his both hands on the table angrily and said through gritted teeth. “It would feel so good to be killed by the one you love the most.” The woman said to him and the man frowned completely displeased by her attitude. “You’re crazy.” He then stood up and left the room. “I will kill that brat like I had killed her.. hahahaha..” Behind him, the woman’s evil laugh was echoing making the man realized what a big trouble he had taken after joining his new job…. …

DANIELLE'S P.O.V. I hated Mondays. I always had and always would. Monday mornings were the worst, and that particular morning was not an exception. Monday mornings were always slow and gloomy- somehow, the fun and merriment from the weekend always never managed to tell on or impact Mondays.