It Is Wednesday My Dudes Novels & Stories

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"Wendy… Don't you remember me?" I studied his face, puzzled at first. Then, slowly, I caught a familiar trace in his features. Matthias. It had only been five or six years, but time had not been kind to him. Threads of gray ran through his hair, and his face looked worn, as if life had pressed down on him without mercy. Derrick seemed to sense what was happening. Without a word, he stepped aside, giving us space. "Wendy," Matthias said, his voice low, almost unsteady. "You might not believe this…but ever since graduation, I've been having these dreams.

Friday afternoon is one of normal kids’ favorite day. Because it is the start of the short vacation for weekends, which means there will be no class. They can watch their favorite shows in TV late at night and they don’t need to rush making their assignments. However, there are three young werewolves who aren’t excited for it. They are Chandler, Brett and Adam, who were the Alpha heirs of the Packs. “I hate Friday afternoon,” young Brett commented with a yawn. The three of them were walking together after the afternoon class ended.

“Is that really what you want tonight, Denver?” I stood there frozen, the image he painted hitting far too close to home. The exhaustion of it all — the constant tension, the disrespect, the loneliness — pressed down on me like a weight I could barely carry anymore. My body still hummed from everything that had happened in his office earlier. I was sore in the best and most confusing ways. The thought of going home to more fighting made my stomach turn. I let out a slow breath. “Fine,” I said quietly. “Take me out. Just… not home.”

The song was starting so I had to sing. 🎵Weight of the world on your shoulders.🎵 🎵 I'll kiss your waist and ease your mind.🎵 🎵I must be favored to know you🎵 🎵I take my hands and trace your lines🎵 Eve giggled loudly and blushed. 🎵Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday Thursday, Friday, Saturday Sunday (a week).🎵 🎵Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday Thursday Friday Saturday Sunday (a week).🎵

I don't have my phone next to me, what is the time. Huh… what is wrong with the digital alarm clock next to me. Why does it read [Wednesday 9:23 a.m.]? If I remember correctly, it was Monday at around 2 a.m. in the morning that we started fucking. Have three days passed?

Gupta Happy Women's day, my dear beauties! There will be another update, it's a double update day <3 (in an hour or two)

BRIELLE Wednesdays. That time of the week that stuck right in the middle, giving you hope… telling you that the weekend will be here soon. I liked Wednesdays. I mean, not as much as I did Fridays, but you get my drift. Dylan was supposed to be returning from his trip today, and honestly speaking, that had been the highlight of my week. True, we spoke on the phone at the least chance we got, but it still wasn’t the same as seeing him in the flesh.

Friday evening after work me and my best friend Iris, we both go to our favorite cafè to have milkshakes, cookies and chats and gossips of all the week. Iris: Finally the weekend is here, I'm so relieved. Cassie: My God! Yes. This week was tiring. It feels like Friday came after two damn weeks. Iris: What! Are you kidding me? This week was amazing for me. Cassie: Yeah yeah! I know, because your father is not in New York, right?

Tatum "Bout time you brought your lazy ass home." I smile to myself as I hear Addie start in on me. We'd seen each other for a quick wave before we'd both left for our respective jobs. "I knew this would happen as soon as you saw me today." The grin doesn't leave my face as I continue taking my laundry out of the dryer. "Why are you doing laundry on a Wednesday? You're typically a weekend washer." The arch of her brow is suspicious.