Novel & Cerita Miss All Sunday

She loves getting lost in books and hasn’t been able to do so lately because of work and mates. But as soon as she finishes her coffee, she can sense Landon at her front door. She ignores him. He knows better than to come on a Sunday. However, as soon as she finishes her breakfast, she also senses Carter standing at the same front door. Worse, after she finishes washing her dishes, Miles is also outside the house. She takes a deep breath. Why are these men outside her door on a Sunday which is supposed to be her free and alone time?! Don’t they understand boundaries? They have their own schedules! Or do they think that no schedules with any men means that she is free to welcome the three of

"Hey, we need to get organized, go out for a bit, and talk about how we'll handle this. That may have gotten her way, but she doesn't know what she's missing out on...Shhh... Don't put yourself down, you're amazing, and she won't even notice that I'm gone," I interrupt, standing up before sitting back down and dropping my head onto the desk. "The problem is that our schedules are different, and we might only be able to see each other on Sundays."

#SundaysAreForLovers A new trend that has been spreading around on social media, F******k mostly. Being a person that never groups my days for a specific occasion, I always find this stupid because Sundays are for anything. Until today... I was so high on a drug forcing me to forget Mr Zwide that I allowed Gary to fu-... Apologies, wrong use of language... I allowed him to blow my brains out, the problem? The condom broke. And now Sundays are for me praying to a non-existent God that I do not fall pregnant. I pray no sperm is swimming towards my egg, or eggs... Imagine if it's more than one baby...

The remaining days of the week passed away with me sleeping, going through my credentials, and taking advantage of the opportunity to tour the mansion. It was so bland. Mum gave me a buzz once and our conversation ended just as it started. Today is Sunday, a day that is supposed to be a relaxing day for workers but Aaron is nowhere to be found. Even the day before, I retained going out to peep if I would get a glimpse of him but neither did he show up nor call me.

"Yeah and you looked better than you do in jeans but I'm talking about your prom dress" "What prom?" "The one in three days that takes place in our school, right here in New York, on earth, in this universe_" "I get it." Then realization hit me. Prom was on Wednesday and I didn't have a dress yet. I couldn't believe I forgot about it so fast. "That's Wednesday?" "Yeah." "Whatever Dylan. I'll get a dress later, I just need more sleep now" "No way. It's Sunday" "What's so important about Sunday?"

"Just being together. No teaching, no planning, no worrying. Just us." "We should do this more often," Adrian said. "We should," I agreed. "We've been so focused on survival we forgot to live." "Can we make a rule?" Luna asked. "One day every week when we're just family? No Alpha stuff, no Coalition stuff, just us?" "I like that rule." I pulled her close. "Every Sunday. Family day. Non-negotiable." "Even if there's an emergency?" "Unless someone is literally dying, it can wait until Monday." I looked at Adrian. "Agreed?"

He always had people over but never the amount I’ve seen pull up today. Who throws a party on a Sunday? Why wasn’t I invited? Was it even a party?

Keep me posted and be available for Skype later. I exhale softly as even now, she’s still trying to hold onto our routine, our Sunday Skype tradition which we’ve never missed it. Not once. Me: Alright then, bye. Enjoy your day. I stare at the screen for a second, then type again. Me: You don’t have to worry about today’s, we can do it next week. This time, there’s no reply, I wait for a few seconds then a minute. Nothing, I sigh and lock my phone, she must have gotten busy.

Dead on impact. The Reaper felt bad for me—said I didn't deserve to go out like that. Gave me seven days. One last shot to say goodbye. When I came back, it was already dark. I kept thinking—I wish I had wings. Maybe they were waiting. But under the moonlight, as I got closer, I saw through the dining room window— Alex, sitting between my parents. Brian and Ruby, side by side. Red wine. Fancy food. Everyone dressed like they were starring in a holiday ad.

Despite Mitchell's ornery nature, they slipped into a routine, a scheduled one that made Alejandro want to bang his head off a wall. Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays, he got to sleep-very little-with his darling Francine. Mitchell got Tuesdays, Wednesday and Saturday nights, with the weekend daytime spent doing together activities like laundry, housework, or hiking. Sundays were Francine's day of rest and as an added maddening bonus, included family dinner with Mitchell's family. The only saving grace was watching the family dynamics at work.