Munsters Wednesday Novels & Stories

Who didn't love Wednesdays? One, it was the half of the week, so it was always a good thing, right, and second. It was the day that Stella McCartney considered her alone time. Wednesday nights, doing nothing but wrapped up in her sweet sweet couch, eating popcorn, watching N*****x, or reading a romance novel she manages to buy in a really cheap price. But today, something told her she wasn't going to be spending her Wednesday alone, it was like someone was going to spend it with her, but she ignored such concept.

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.

He threw a banquet to celebrate. Mark and Sharon showed up at the banquet. Sharon's face was covered with thick makeup, but it could not hide the sadness in her eyes. I heard she was not doing well in her marriage as Mark always worked overtime at the office and was never home. Since Sharon had married Mark as a secretary, the other secretaries under Mark tried to dress up, hoping they could catch Mark's attention one day. Sharon was furious but could not anger Mark, so she was stuck in her frustration.

Drew asks me. "It's Wednesday," I simply state and Drew nods in understanding. Little curious Cassandra lifts her dark brows. "What's Wednesday mean?" Before I have the chance to tell her that it's none of her business, Drew replies, "Every other Wednesday night, Crayvin here, has dinner with his parents." Cassandra's expression changes. Her eyes darken but flicker with a tiny spark and the corners of her thin lips curl upwards. "What?" I grunt, annoyed with the full-on smirk she now wears.

She invited every media outlet in Stonecreek and made sure the wedding was trending across all social media platforms. Those headlines were all remarkably similar—"Zoe Sutherland, CEO of Sutherland Group, shows her undying devotion by holding a century-defining wedding for the heir of Sorenson Group." Mom and Dad were furious and nearly stormed over to the Sutherlands to demand an explanation, but I held them back. "You shouldn't let them get to you, Mom and Dad; instead, you should just sit back and enjoy the show." I calmed them down, though I already had a comprehensive plan in place.

And basically everybody who came to watch the fight. This is why Monday gets a lot of hate from almost every single person in the planet. Monday always give them a preconceived anxiety. Monday is like a tsunami waiting to smash every single person hanging out at the beach front. I personally don’t have any vendetta about Mondays but now I think I’m starting to conjure one. *** “How are you feeling today?” Wednesday asked and patted my forehead the moment I joined her and my dad for breakfast. “I feel fine.” I replied as I start to put food on my plate.