Never On The Sunday Novels & Stories

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"It's Sunday and I have to go to church. I can't believe you're inviting me to a beach party early Sunday morning, Henry." "Dude, can't you forfeit this one, hm? Hot girls are gonna be there. And hot guys too." "I shalt not be tempted by the devil on a holy day, thank you." "But...

“That’s wonderful! My mother has been suffering from back pain all week! Can you help fix her?” “Sure,” I gave her a polite smile. “You can bring her to the clinic tomorrow and I’ll see what I can do.” “Aiyaaa!” She made a weird noise, waving her hand in front of her face. “Monday is busy day! Can’t you see her today?” I felt my left eye twitch again. “I’m sorry, ma’am, but I just arrived. I haven’t even settled in yet and unless it’s a life or death emergency, I do not work on Sundays.”

Monday mornings were always slow and gloomy- somehow, the fun and merriment from the weekend always never managed to tell on or impact Mondays. Everyone was usually the happiest on the last working day of the week, which was on Fridays. Friday evenings brought with them an incomprehensible excitement - a thrill for the start of the weekend, but come Monday morning, that thrill would be replaced by a suffocating bleakness. This was the never ending cycle of life that we, as humans, had to face.

Ginevra When we got back home, I was in bliss of happiness. I was deeply mesmerized by how great the church was, it was even better than how I thought it was gonna be. I felt excited and wanted to go again next Sunday. Matteo told us that usually after church people go home to have a nice lunch and then they rest after since Sundays are known as sabbath days meaning that God kept it as a rest day. Matteo said that we don't have to do any hard work today.

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Then she picked up her phone and texted Trevor. Where are you? The others soon began eating while Cathy suddenly spoke up. “Today’s Sunday. What’s the plan?” “Maybe shopping?” Claudia suggested casually. The three of them stared at her in disbelief. “Shopping?” Noah repeated dramatically. “On a Sunday?” “What?” Claudia blinked innocently at their shocked expressions before mumbling quietly, “I guess I’ll just stay indoors since my idea sounds so strange.” Cathy burst into laughter. “No, your suggestion isn’t bad,” she explained. “It’s just that shopping on Sundays feels like doing the right thing at the wrong time.”

Maeve's POV My mother called every Sunday at noon, without exception. Noon, on the dot, as if the call had been scheduled by someone with a military background and strong opinions about the moral implications of unpunctuality. For as long as I can remember, the Sunday call had been a fixture of my life as reliable and unavoidable as tax season or the annual Collins Foundation gala.

I wanted them to keep going, to keep fucking me all day and night, just the way they promised. Jackson pulled out of me, and Brandon slowly lifted me off him. I slumped onto the bed, still trembling from how hard they had fucked me. “Today is the third Sunday of the month. We need to get dressed. Dad will be up in no time.” Jackson said, already getting out of bed. I looked at both of them confused. “What’s happening on the third Sunday of the month?” “Hunting, games, and socializing with neighbors. We do it once every six months. On every third Sunday of the month. You are going to have fun.” Brandon explained.

The third Sunday invitation arrived without a balloon and without a buffer. Silas texted Alex directly on a Monday evening: *Sunday, one o’clock, if you both want it. Same understanding. No clock required from my side—set your own if you prefer. —S.* Alex read it on the sofa with his feet in Troy’s lap. He turned the screen. Troy read it, exhaled through his nose, and nodded once. “Habit,” Troy said. “Habit.” Alex typed: *One o’clock. We’ll go by three. See you Sunday.*