One Fine Week Novels & Stories

Good girl I smiled at his reply. Me : Lol😂💅 K💝🔐 :Babe?, I want to video call you. Me : What's stopping you? K💝🔐 :Your permission? Me :Lo fucking L 😂. My permission?? When did that one start??. Nawa o. K💝🔐 :Yes naw, I don't know if you are busy, you know. Me :Okay o, you can call me. Lol.

It would bring trouble to his company, the Chaney family's company to be precise. "Sorry," I was sorry for causing Jeffrey trouble. Jeffrey heard me say this. He felt stunned at first, and then the corner of his lips hooked into a smile, "She's right. You've learned your lesson." I couldn't understand what Jeffrey meant. When the car door closed, Jeffrey suddenly stretched out his long arm towards me. I instinctively resisted and cowered towards the corner. He then stopped and said in a disgusted tone, "Audrey, you're smelly."

“Wоw, that’s аmаzіng, whеn do уоu go?” “Nеxt wееk. Oh gоd, Iz, it’s gоіng tо bе fаbulоuѕ аnd juѕt whаt I nееd, the сhаnсе tо reconnect to fіnd еасh оthеr again.” “Sоundѕ perfect.”

Twenty-one days. I press my palms to my eyes until spots dance behind my lids. Twenty-four days to find almost two hundred thousand euros. Twenty-four days to fix the allergy mess that just cost me my most loyal customer and probably half the town. Twenty-four days to prove I’m not the failure everyone already thinks I am. A soft knock on the office door makes me jump. “Elodie?” Mara’s voice is careful, like she’s testing ice. “You okay in there?” I wipe my face quickly, even though she can’t see me. “Yeah. Just… finishing up.”

Gerald was having a good week. Ada had learned to recognise the good weeks by their texture the way he tracked conversations without losing the thread, the way his eyes were present rather than clouded, the way he asked about the news and then actually engaged with the answers rather than letting them wash over him like background music. Good weeks were gifts. She accepted them without taking them for granted, because she had been in this work long enough to know that good days were not guaranteed and should never be treated as baselines. You received them. You used them. You did not assume the next one was coming.

I took nothing extra—just a few changes of clothes, my passport, and the documents Professor Clark had sent. My phone buzzed again. Evelyn had sent a photo—Damian was kneeling, tying her shoelaces in front of a luxury boutique on Fifth Avenue. The caption: [He said I will always be the woman he loves most. Selena, you should have never tried to compete.] I stared at the photo for a long time. Then, I sent a single reply. "Since you’re the one he loves, you can have him. I’m done." Sent. I placed the phone on the coffee table in the living room.

Gavin and I had been married for almost a year, but he always treated me rudely. I looked at the door, still closed as before. Maybe tonight Gavin would come home late as usual. The water on my face turned sad at the thought of the fact that tonight would pass in vain. Okay, I'm okay. Everything will be fine. Even tonight will probably be the same as the previous night; you don't have to be sad. I tried to strengthen myself. Fifteen minutes passed; I turned off the light and decided to sleep on the bed after the room lights were turned off. The 7X9 room was completely dark, apart from a little light source from the window vent.

“It’s like my worst.” “Same here,” Rebecca piped. Bolaji completely ignored her. Looking straight at Niyi, he asked “So what are you doing this weekend?” Rebecca felt a stab of pain through her chest. “Just reading and some other stuff. Why?” “Well, I was wondering if we could go to the beach together.”

Stop playing with me_ _I'm not. I swear on my Mathematics finals_ _OMG, you're serious. I'm so happy for you_ _Guess what?_ _You're finally going to take my advice and get a boyfriend?_ _Ewww, no. I don't want a boyfriend. Not yet_ _Err. Ok what?_ _Mom says YOU can go with us_ _Millie, this joke is really expensive, like fr_ _I'm serious. Do you want to go?_ _Is the sky blue? Of course, I want to go. But, I don't have money and stuff_

Thunder pounds in the sky, and the loud reverberation shakes me to my senses. Pushing myself off him, I side-eye him, wiping my hands on my shorts. He looks away first, pulling himself up out of the mud. I head to my side of the truck and climb in. That was close, way too close. Seconds later he slips in behind the wheel. The radio plays Jake Owen's latest hit "Alone With You."