Miss All Sunday Novelas e Histórias

Zendaya sat in her office listening to “Its Friday Again, then Saturday, Sunday by Mufasa. Since it was Friday she began to get in the groove with the song that goes. “Its Friday then it's Saturday Sunday what It's Friday than its Saturday Sunday what Its Friday than it's Saturday Sunday what Its Friday than it's Saturday Sunday what Its Friday then it's Saturday Sunday what Its Friday then it's Saturday Sunday what Their lives again Their lives will pull us through Their lives again Their lives will pull us through Their lives again Their lives will pull us through Their lives again Their lives will pull us through

"And I thought I was a bad liar." "Some serious businesses happen on Sundays, but you just never exactly experience them." "You'll be back though, right?" Nadine asks. "The weekend isn't over yet. "I'll be back, I promise." Sebastian takes her by her arm to a corner and whispers, "Why don't you tell me what's going on, Loretta. I know too well that no one around here goes to work on a Sunday. Even supermarkets don't open." "Ok, fine, it’s Kendrick."

I shake my head taking a seat on one of the sofas. "So why is he calling you in on a Sunday?" Quinn asks. "Some meeting with a few potential clients, need to make sure they sign with us. Just perks of always being on the grind" I shrug. "Can't the meeting be on a weekday?" Heidi asks getting up and taking a seat next to me. "No, it's like an unofficial thing so we need to act like it's not a meeting when it really is" I roll my eyes. "It's been a while say you got laid M, I say bang on out with him" Quinn winks and the girls laugh.

Sunday’s were never too busy, but it gave us time to make sure everything was ready for the week ahead of us. I was opening today; my boss doesn’t work Sundays, only one of the other guys and me usually. My colleague Nate was waiting for me to arrive. “Good morning Nate, how are you on this beautiful Sunday morning?” I said happily. “I am good, bud, thanks,” He smiled, “What has got you so happy? Did you get laid or something last night,” He added, chuckling. “No, it has just been a good couple of days, that is all,” I laughed.

CHAPTER 26 - Our Song Sunday, April 05, 2020 Morning came and right after breakfast Maan tidied the kitchen, took a bath and change to her Sunday dress to watch the Sunday TV mass with Gil. This has been their habit since the lockdown and churchgoers are prohibited to go to church. Good thing she was able to experience attending mass with Gil before everything went crazy. After hearing mass they will do their usual weekly groceries for the coming week. They will be delivering orders until Wednesday since its the Holy Week Thursday and Friday are declared official Holidays. Gil will also be reporting half of the day on Wednesday. Wearing face mask and having alcohol handy are a must when goin

The reminder of how we met lands like a slap. "What about my family?" My voice shakes despite my best efforts. "Can I visit them? Or is that not appropriate either?" "Sundays." He says it like he's granting a favor. "You have Sundays. The rest of the week, you're here or at required events." "And friends? Can I see my friends?" "Do you have friends who won't ask questions about our arrangement?" He raises an eyebrow. "Because if you do, I'd be impressed. Most people in your position lose their entire social circle once they enter mine."

There was a distinct look of regret on her face. Ben greeted me as I walked over, "Hey there Marcus. I was asking Isabella if she wanted one of my famous Moscow Mules. She mentioned that you guys had broken the alcohol seal a bit early this morning." I chuckled, nodding in agreement, "You know Ben. I don't want you to get the wrong impression. We aren't really heavy drinkers, but for whatever reason lately, on Sundays - we go nuts." He laughed, "Sunday fun days is what you kids call it, right? I hear my niece say that all the time."

"What could possibly surprise me at some wedding?" Then his face dropped. "Also, about earlier—you crossed a line. Hurting Kallie over something so small? You owe her an apology. And if you don't, I'm not going to that wedding, and neither are you." Then he stormed out. I didn't say a word. Didn't feel a thing either. Just wished the wedding day would hurry up and get here. *** Next morning, Michael knocked on my door. "Get up. Today's the day we get our marriage license. Don't tell me you forgot."

Riley told him one night in April. "I'm right here." "Physically. But mentally you're always working. Always thinking about pack business." Samuel's face fell. "You're right. I'm sorry." "Don't apologize. Just... can we have one day a week that's just us? No pack business, no work, just family?" "Sundays. No pack meetings, no calls unless it's an emergency. Just us." "Deal." They implemented Sunday family days. Sometimes they went to the park. Sometimes they stayed home and did nothing. The important thing was being present, being together.

"Rosalia, I was wrong… Please come back." Just then, a wave carried a drifting bottle onto the beach. Inside was a yellowed piece of paper containing my neat handwriting. "Jared, by the time you read this, I will be gone for good. Not just gone, but never existed at all. The system gave me seven days. I could have fixed everything, but what you did was enough to make me give up. Farewell. I hope you and Melody find happiness."