One Fine Week Novels & Stories

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.

“I’ve already taken care of it. Just show up tonight.” “Alright, then… see you tonight.” I hurriedly ended the call, my cheeks burning. The wild scenes from that night flashed through my mind. Even now, closing my eyes, I could still smell the scent of Ethan’s cologne. I didn’t know how to face him since we lost control that night. That’s why I hadn’t reached out. What exactly was my relationship with Ethan now? A mistake? Friends with benefits? I shook my head, telling myself not to overthink it for now.

Stephanie tried to be angry but Luke laughed at her, she then smiled When they let the waiters put the food on the table, Luke’s phone rings. It was James. “Yes!” “What? Singapore? Send someone from New York!” “Okay!” “Everything is good?” Stephanie asked “Yeah!” Luke smiled They had a nice lunch and went back to the office. Luke walked her back to the office. “Thank you for the lunch,” Stephanie smiled at him “Text or call me whenever you want to go out, I’ll be here for a week. I know you’re a moody person.”

I've considered taking a gap year to explore the world. I sleep the rest of the day off. I wake up, and it's already time for school. The last time I slept that much, I was coming down with something like a cold or worse. I take my vitamin C supplements and hope for the best. Look like Aftershock picked Jeremiah Winters for their new lead guitarist. That's good news for Rosa, then. By the end of this weekend, she will be more popular than me. And that's the last thing I need as Model Perfect's chosen one. I just need to make this one last year with them to pay for my college fund or my gap year fund, whichever comes first.

Maybe by Monday, when he realizes I’ve been fucking his wife all weekend, he’ll change his mind. Thompson extends his hand first. “You’ve got a deal,” he says. This time, I shake it.

“So, would you like to go tomorrow to pick it out?” Jasmine bit her lower lip. “As long as it’s early. I have a date with Zain tomorrow night for the Fourth of July. We’re going out to dinner, and then we’re going to watch the fireworks on the beach.” Her father sighed. “Well, I guess I could miss my tee time one day. I’ll text Frank and let him know.” “Yeah!” Jasmine squealed, excited at the prospect of getting a new car. Even though she wouldn’t drive it off the lot, she would have it in Tennessee… and that was what counted.

“What does it looking I'm doing? Let me give you a hint, driving our asses to our death….” “I meant why the glorious fuck are you changing the station like every second?” “Everything is stupid on the radio, how does my mother cope with this?” I brought my head out of the window and savoured the feeling of the rushing winding against my face. It was a pretty day after all. Hell, with the season we were in, every day was pretty.

FEW WEEKS LATER ANDY’S POV I buzz through the café as I take orders from table to table. It was getting more and more tiring as the days went by because my work hard because I was the only employee in the café. Hilda said she has not had clients like this on a long time and saw it as some sort of good luck charm…and always refered to the baby as some sort of good luck magnet. My baby bump wasn’t out yet, I was finishing my third month in a week and I knew I should be getting ready for the baby bump.

I let out a sigh and stared back. "No, Deron, really. Just give me a moment and I'll be fine. We'll set another one after next week anyway." "How do I know you'll be fine for real?" You placed the plate on the table then faced me again. One of your arm rested at the top of the backrest as your eyes stared intently. I smiled. I, then, brought my face closer and gave you a quick peck on your lips. "I'll be fine. No worries. You'll make it up after next week anyway."

Adeniran at regular intervals to make sure she was okay. Every step Muhammad took as he walked towards his car brought the image of Caroline and her mom to his mind. Whoever the monster was, he was going to make sure he did his best to nab them before they killed another lady. His boss had given him four weeks to find ‘The First One.’ The psycho now had five bodies to his name. Muhammad hoped the body of the killer was going to be the next and final one.