Never On The Sunday Novels & Stories

******************* *** Phil *** Like with all other markets, Ever-Good supermarket was always busy on weekends. Sunday evenings were normally the busiest times. Phil only came around for a few hours during each shift. Not that Sunday was his day off. He didn't have a fixed day for that. He took a day off during the week whenever he felt like it. His assistant would argue that that was Never. He was here every day. Today was different, though. He had chosen to stay away from work today. Although, he had been around in the morning for thirty minutes and planned to do the same for this evening.

It had been a grueling day, but the satisfaction of completing the task offered some consolation. Before I could even celebrate with a quiet evening to myself, my phone buzzed insistently. The name flashing on the screen made me groan: Mom. “Hi, Mom,” I answered cautiously, already sensing trouble. “Darling, I need you to join the Sinclairs for dinner tonight,” she said without preamble, her tone full of its usual persuasive energy. ] “What? Why?” I asked, pinching the bridge of my nose. “Mom, it’s Saturday. I’ve been working all day, and I’m exhausted.”

~Katia~ My mother called on a Sunday morning, which was already suspicious. Martha Kensington did not make casual calls. Every call had a structure, a purpose, and an agenda she had prepared in advance and would execute regardless of your participation. Calling on a Sunday morning, when she knew I'd be home, when she knew Aiden would be eating breakfast and I'd be two coffees in and marginally more agreeable than on a weekday, was not a coincidence. That was scheduling.

I head to my office and walk past the family lounge and notice all my siblings are sitting in there with Nonna, the smell of popcorn hits my nose. I stop and poke my head inside and look around, “it’s not Sunday, what’s going on?” Nonna smiles, “Abi, it is Sunday, you’ve been sleeping sweetheart.” I walk to my office and open the door, “what day is today?” I stop and look at everyone in the room, Momma giggles, “Sunday, you slept the entire weekend away, using your power will do that.”

In the past, Jonah would take me with him at this time. He would show me the biggest prey he hunted, and then declare our love to everyone at the dance. But this year, Jonah threw me aside for Emma. I didn't want to be sad for him anymore, so I went to the dance alone. At the dance, the bonfire was burning, and the firelight reflected on the werewolves' faces, reflecting the wildness and excitement in their eyes. The air was filled with the aroma of barbecue and the unique fishy smell of werewolves, and low wolf howls and laughter came to my ears.

Harley On Sundays, I didn’t set an alarm to wake me up in the morning. It was the one day of the week where I let myself sleep in and didn’t have anything on my agenda. It was a day for self-care. For indulgence. For eating whatever the hell I wanted and spending the entire day, from start to finish, in loungewear.

~~~ Cyrus's Point of View ~~~ It's Sunday. Meaning, laying in bed all day, eating, and watching Netflix. I push the sheets down and get out of bed to go to the washroom. I get out a couple of minutes later to find the annoying jerks on my bed. "No guys, I don't want to deal with you today. Today is Sunday. Meaning all day, alone, in bed," I say pushing them off my bed getting ready to get back in bed,

“Please go ahead and meet her in the coffee shop this Sunday.” “You mean the coming Sunday? Day After tomorrow?” “Yes, just a day left.” Radha smiled. He turned to her and smiled. “Ok, let me meet”.

“Well we have to head towards the place it is like our own mini mart we didn't really use it Often because technically it is our spot for a human settlement but they aren't open to humans on Sundays like today and so they said that we could go in and we would have the opportunity for us to get what we want there. He said to her and she rolled her eyes at his words and how casually he had said them.

Sleep came fast to him, something that hadn’t happened in decades. ********************************************************************************* Football Sunday. The one day of the week where the Taylors did nothing but make great food, talk smack, watch their favorite teams all day long, and the best part; never mention Mythicals or the Council. They could be a “normal” family. Claire loved this.