Novel & Cerita Rainy Days And Mondays Always Get Me Down

~*JUNE*~ Great. It’s Monday… again. The weekend slipped by in a blur, and now the weight of the workweek settles over me like a heavy, damp blanket. I wish every day could be a weekend. Mondays are the worst. It’s not just that work starts again—it’s the crowded roads, the frantic energy of the city, and the relentless traffic that makes everything feel like a race I’m already losing. I almost arrived late to work today.

She scrutinized me, her lower lip slightly quivering, thinking I couldn't answer that. I leaned in closer until my breath brushed against her skin, and her intoxicating scent filled my nostrils, enveloping me. My voice took on a rough, seductive edge as I murmured, "Because when it rains, you find beauty in sadness. Some people feel melancholy when it rains. But not you. For you, rain brings joy and a sense of being alive. The sound of rain comforts and calms you. It reminds you that a little rain is necessary for flowers to bloom. When life gets tough, you always think of rain. It's your reminder that 'this too shall pass.' You live by the motto 'you don’t get rainbows without a little rain

CAMILLA RENÉE MONDAY EVENING. Flipping him the bird away from my parent's watchful eyes of course, I threw in a low snort, all to throw him off topic and get the heat off my skin, it's burning might I add. Mondays are never a good day for me, it's literally the worst day of the week for everyone in the world. I just hate them. Bad things are bound to happen.

I knew that it would help me and doubts if I could hear from him. It was a Monday and how I hated Mondays. The mere thought of it weakened me and to top it all, it was noon at work. I couldn't think straight, the day was extremely busy and I could barely get a moment to rest. This job was going to be the end of me, I just knew it.

I won't stoop down to the level expected of me. Today begin Monday, which used to be my favorite time of the week, now my worst. I have to endure another long tiresome, annoying and noisy day of my life with many more to come. And what sucked the most was that he wasn't here to get me through with it. I tried calling a dozen times but it always ends up the same with the line begin out of service.

Something to anchor me in this nightmare with Colt. But I call her and it goes straight to voicemail. A distant rumble of thunder echoes through the darkening sky, as if mirroring my stormy emotions. “Emma, please. Pick up,” I beg as I call again. I still get her voicemail. The first drop of rain touches me then another and before I know it, the rain comes down in a cold, drenching downpour that soaks through my thin clothes in seconds. Fucking great. Just what I need to make my shitty day complete!

Nikolai Rain pattered on the floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the city from my penthouse/ home office. The rain hadn’t stopped since morning. I'm not sure if that was a good or bad thing, as I'd been cooped up here all morning. Moscow rain had a way of making everything feel like an omen, the kind of gray that seeped into your bones, whispering that something bad was about to happen. Today was one of those lazy days I sparingly have to myself but I think after the whole stress I've been through for the past couple of months, I deserved it.

Chapter 16: Once a Maid Day 5/365 VICKY It was just the fifth day, but it felt like I had been here for five months. Maybe it was the silence that i was not used to ,Or maybe it was the fact that every corner of the house reminded me that I didn’t belong here.

Usually, I dreaded Mondays and it was not because I didn't enjoy my work and definitely not because I didn't have a real passion for the job, but after an entire weekend without Aaron, going back into the office on Monday was always a little struggle while knowing fully well that he was going to be an unavoidable presence, ready to ruin my day and spoil my mood like he always does. But this Monday was different. I walked into the office with a skip in my step and a broad smile on my face.

75 Sophia’s POV. Mondays have a peculiar rhythm to them. For most, they symbolize the beginning of a new week—filled with fresh starts or dreaded routines. For me, it’s a day of duality. The sun was still rising as Jenny and I left the house. Our small talk was peppered with bits of morning humor, just enough to get our minds off the weight of the week ahead. I just hoped this week wouldn’t be like the others. Jenny was feeling better now and she had even been the one to insist we go to day today.