Novel & Cerita Miss All Sunday

she said in cordial tone, “I am forever grateful that we are closed on Sundays. I have you scheduled for a one o’ clock on Monday, by the way.’ I bit my lip, my membership was up for renewal and I was not sure if I wanted to, or even would be able to, work out with Gracie ever again. It was too much to think about so I murmured an okay and dashed out of the deserted gym.

“How about we make it Tuesdays and Sundays? Sundays can be cool. We can relax.” I nodded slowly, realizing that Sundays were just right and perfect. I’d blurted out Mondays and Fridays because I was too nervous earlier. But on second thought, Sundays were usually very quiet in the estate. Hopefully, no one would hear me scream. Get a grip, Clara. “Good,” he said, rising to his feet, bringing my attention back. “Tuesdays and Sundays it is, then.” He started to walk away but paused and turned to me. “I’ll see you later, alright? I have to drop by at the office.”

Julian smirked and leaned forward, his fierce eyes gleaming as they settled on the curves of Vivienne's ample chest. "We've already arranged a fair schedule for you, Chubby Girl. Every week, you'll take turns serving the four of us in different rooms." "And then?" Vivienne prompted casually, leaning back against the sofa while looking at Christian, who was currently pouring whiskey into a glass. Christian let out an amused snort. A crooked smile, both cynical and revolting, spread across his thin lips. "And the best part comes on the weekend, Vivienne. Every Sunday... there will be no more rotation system. Sunday is the day when you'll have to play with all four of us at the same time in one

Sundayy is the only day in the whole week since I resumed school that I get to go out and do whatever I wanted, be whatever I wanted and visit whoever I wanted. I looked at the sky strangely today. The horizon was a peak of clear blue and tufts of white hairs that served as clouds. Shinning gloriously was the sun and you wouldn't think the sun will shine like this, in glittering gold dust and in spears of light as it watched me miss church a third time this month.

I bid the girls good-bye, telling them to text me what snacks they want me to pick up from the store for tomorrow our weekly Sunday girls day. We basically spend the whole day just the 4 of us, doing face-masks, watching movies or someone’s favourite show and eat a lot of food. To catch up, since we all live pretty busy lives and Sunday is the only day one of us isn’t working, studying or doing something else. We have done Sundays for the past 2 years. The only time we have ever missed one is when we go home for the holidays or the one time we spent it with Josie in the ER after she went a little too hard at a frat party during sophomore year. She’s a lightweight after all. I head down to th

She then moves in order to slam the heavy wooden door on Emma's face, but Emma quickly counters by blocking the door with her whole body. "Look! Moni, you've misunderstood. I'm not here for personal reasons; this is regarding work." Emma tries to explain, and that seems to steal Moni's attention when she pulls the door open once again, so Emma moves away from his initial spot. "Well then, Emma James, I have some breaking news for you. Sundays aren't working days! You can talk to my Alpha on the weekdays." "I know, but this can't wait. I just need five minutes.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" I yelled embarrased and covered my head with the pillow as I got a reply from Bryan. 📥 You better be ready then, Because you might not be able to take me in"

Despite the buzz that Hadley created, our family was not affected. We live as if nothing happens. Ulie and I decided to just ignore all Hadley’s antics. As long as we know what the truth is, we don’t need to be affected by her. If we reacted to her schemes, then she will just continue to push it. Hadley should realize that she has a zero chance to win Ulie. Today is Saturday, one of our favorite days of the week. But Sunday is our most favorite day of the week because aside from our family bonding, it is also a day to worship God. We have so many things to thank God for.

When I wake up on Sunday morning, the bed is empty beside me. I know Niko is not at church, he wouldn’t go without me and as we are keeping the pregnancy quiet, we haven’t been for months. So these days, only Tommy and Vincent attend mass every Sunday morning. Releasing a sleepy oud yawn, I stretch a hand towards the nightstand for my phone. Where the hel- I squint one eye open to narrow on its position then move my fingers further to the right grabbing my phone.

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.