Miss All Sunday Novels & Stories

’ ‘Generous company,’ Ann murmured. Lynne polished both shiny stainless steel sinks, rinsed out the sponge and set it to dry on the side of the right-hand one. ‘He’ll be back Sunday around noon with a moving van. After that, I’m sure he’ll feel his duty is done and we'll have no more contact than necessary — and that all in the office.’ Ann’s eyebrows disappeared into the lock of hair that had fallen over her forehead. ‘Do tell. Since when have moving companies started working Sundays?’

I read it aloud. Tommy: Hey, sorry I didn’t text yesterday. Life of a sports agent during football season—Sundays are wild. Sometimes Mondays and Thursdays, too. I’d love to set up our date. Is Wednesday good? I’ll be out of town this weekend and didn’t want to wait until I’m back. I smile. Okay. This is good. Normal. Me: Wednesday sounds perfect. I’m free after 6. Rachel watches me type, then claps her hands like a matchmaking fairy godmother. “See? That’s the universe reminding you not to spiral.”

It felt like a joke. If kindness got crushed and hard work only earned suspicion— Then someone else could deal with this thankless mess from now on. *** My closure notice blew up both group chats. The pickup station chat went completely insane. [What happened? Why'd it close?] [@Annie, what's going on? Why shut it down all of a sudden?] [My package is still in there! Do I seriously have to grab it tonight?] [So where are deliveries supposed to go now? This is ridiculous.]

Sunday passed without contact. Daniel had expected this — had sent the quiet day message and received the quiet day response and understood that Adrian would honour it in the full sense, which meant not checking in, not sending a casual text to fill the silence, not requiring anything. He had been right. The Sunday was entirely his, which was what he had asked for and what he needed and which sat with him, as the hours moved, with a specific and clarifying weight.

_____________________________________ Next will be updated soon, keep on liking and commenting, OK so the problem is, in this week I am going out of city and would be back on hardly Sunday, so I can't promise if I will update in this week and if not then next will on Monday for sure. Keep on liking and commenting. Till the next adios

시간아 조금만 빨리 달려줘 너를 만나는 Sunday 상상만 했던 someday 오늘은 한숨도 못 잘 것 같아 자꾸 거울을 보고 괜히 심장이 뛰어 I don't wanna say no more Feel like I don't wanna say no more (I know) oh 넌 (I know) 만들어 내 매일을 영화처럼 요즘엔 난 늘 Sunday 하루하루 또 Sunday (How we do how we do How we do uh yeah) 하루에 몇 번씩 절로 미소가 상상만 했던 someday 이제는 아냐 someday 괜히 난 웃고 있을 것만 같아 너와의 첫 데이트

She sent text after text apologizing but I ignored her. I texted Tee.. ME: hey.. I hope you're okay. I really miss you. Safe flight tomorrow and I can't wait to see you. Then I waited.. nothing arrived. I called Nash and he never answered.. This Sunday sucked like everyone else in my life.. well fuck them.. all.. On Monday I woke up to this long ass message..

Now both of them are looking at me. " I was wondering How long this special training period will take?" If it was any other day... I wouldn't even have to ask, but this may disturb the gang routine and I don't want to mess it up " The whole week except Sunday." Malik said as he sipped his coffee " And Sunday isn't a holiday babe." Marco added I just nodded at their response. Okay, then I don't have to go on weekdays so training wouldn't be harmed. Now I have Sunday, but Sunday is a full day at the gang.

"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."

Sunday didn't complain for the first time. By the time they got home, Sunday immediately placed her body in her bed. "That is what you get for being hardheaded." Shaina barked like a mother while handing her the medicine. "Drink this." "Tomorrow, don't go to the shop. I'll take care of it, I can go and tell your new boss, just tell me the address." Sunday complained. "I can't. I can't be absent on my first day." "I don't know what to do to you Sunday. If your family knows what you're doing, they will scold you to death," Shaina said. Sunday is so stubborn. Yes, and she understands that Sunday needs money but she also needs to take care of herself.