Saturday Novels & Stories

You're never fully dressed without a smile. Sia November❤ Weekends in this house, with these girls are my absolute favorite. We do what any typical Nigerian would do on a Saturday, which is: wake up early and clean the house. Sally connected her phone to the speaker so we had music playing loudly in the house as we worked. I was washing the dishes when a vibration in the back pocket of my shorts distracted me. It was the dragon calling. What could he probably want on a Saturday morning? I thought.

“About what?” She slaps a hand over her mouth. “Oh my god, you really don’t know what’s on Saturday?” “No. Should I be worried? Am I in danger or something?” I say, half-jokingly. Evelyn throws her head back dramatically. “Tabi, the Tropical Thunder Circuit starts on Saturday!” “The tropical what now?” She stares at me in disbelief. “The Tropical Thunder Circuit! You seriously haven’t heard of it?” I blink, confused. “Can’t say I have.”

She opened the text and bit down her lips in unknown anticipation after reading it. It says, 'Be ready. Saturday is knocking on the door. - Gabrielle Wolfe.'

"Master is calling me? Why?" Megara inquired while wiping her sweat away. She stood between Evenor and Agnes. The day was Friday means Saturday lessons will be lesser than other days and Sunday will be off. The disciples were just done with their first round of training lessons and were having a break for an hour.

Looking up, he noticed that it was Sarah, and with that, he furrowed his brows in surprise, knowing that on Saturdays, Sarah rarely wakes up early in the morning; if she wakes up earlier, it's around twelve PM; if not, she's capable of sleeping till two PM; and sometimes he's the one who wakes her up in order to be sure that something didn't happen to her while she was sleeping. "Good morning, Dad. Can I know why you are looking at me like someone who has seen a ghost?" Sarah asked him, jolting him back to reality. "Good morning, Sarah. Actually, I was surprised by the fact that you woke up earlier today, which is Saturday, or

Karen's Pov. Saturdays were my worst, not because I got to stay at home with the kids or anything like that but because I felt like it was an excuse for everyone to be lazy. The house always seemed to spiral into chaos—crumbs on the couch, toys scattered everywhere, and Paris and Aiden running around like they had endless energy reserves. This Saturday was no different.

Saturdays back home had always been the highlight of my week. I would return home for the weekend and savor my mother’s delicious homemade meals, her laughter filling the air while the smell of ndole and fried plantain wrapped around me like comfort. But things were different at Wyvern. It was Saturday, and instead of enjoying a day off, I found myself working. The weight of that realization pressed against me until I almost felt like crying, though I held onto the small comfort that it was only a half-work day. It was already two in the afternoon, just one more hour to go.

She said. “But today is Friday. It's only a few minutes, and it's Saturday already. Should I come back again?”

Not anymore! May 15th, 2010: Saturday Spring ~~~~~~~ Dillon awoke as the usual stupid Coolio song 'Gangsta's Paradise' blasted from his phone again. Of course, it meant he had to get up for stupid tech school. He wanted to sleep in on Saturdays like the rest of America! What highschool students didn't sleep late on Saturdays? Him, apparently. As he got up he dismissed the alarm with a sigh.