Saturday Novels & Stories

‘‘Well, I guess that’s true,’’ Zara rubbed her neck nervously, ‘‘Guess we shouldn’t believe everything we see on readitt. ‘‘But really, now I’m curious…’’ Alonso started and slowly began to fade his words as he appeared to be thinking. ‘‘About?’’ Selena interrupted his thoughts. ‘’Never mind.’’ He smiled, ‘‘See you next week, then.’’ ‘‘You aren’t coming over tomorrow?’’ Zara asked. ‘‘Nah, it’s a Saturday and my mom has this charity thing she does on the third Saturday of every month.’’ Alonso replied.

"hm ... the smell in cities is normal. Here the air is no longer as clean as in the country because of all the exhaust fumes. People are used to it, as well as to the noise," Godric explained thoughtfully. "The Sabbath .. .. Well I don't think everyone will keep it. Most have Saturday and Sunday rest days, but many also work on these days. Some to support their families and themselves and others because they have become addicted to work. Still others have shift work That means that they have work on weekends and during the week off. There are also people who work at night and sleep during the day or work during the day and sleep at night ... Well, the world ha

Friday, the best day of the week, next to Saturday. Well, at least for Sabrina. For her, Friday is the only day in the week when you can chill and do whatever you want (especially during nighttime) without worrying about work or school the next day. Friday is also the day before Saturday, and that's a plus. Numerous people have their own different favorite day of the week that isn't Friday and if you're one of those people, I totally respect your opinion.

The brightness in his eyes vanished, not it looks completely dim. Eden had to repeat her question so Ferdinand could hear her. Ferdinand stiffened, but still answered. “Ceremony? Let's make a ceremony then. Sunday. Let's hold the ceremony on sunday.” Eden nodded, quickly agreeing. “S-Sunday it is, then.” * Meanwhile, on Farrah's side. “We need to contact Papa to inform him we are safe. He must be worried to death now.” Farrah sat on the couch, leaning her head on Dior's shoulder.

“Like you’re about to conquer the construction industry at six in the morning.” I glanced down at myself. Blazer. Structured pants. Heels. Silence. Mia slowly lowered her mug. “Isa.” “What?” “It’s Saturday.” I stared at her. She stared back. The realization hit me like a delayed slap. “…You’re joking.” She held up her phone and turned the screen toward me. Calendar. Bold letters. SATURDAY. My shoulders dropped. “You have got to be kidding me.” Mia started laughing. “You even did your hair.”

The driver asked, confusion etched on his face. “You would think after working for a while, I would forget my plave pf work.” I said, rolling my eyes. I was late alrwady, and he looked like he was going to waste my time. “You would think upu would k low rhat your workplace doesn’t open on Saturdays.” It took me a few moments befpre his words finally clicked in my head. “Saturday!?” I looked at my phone screen, finally realizing that roday was indeed Saturday and I had rushed out hurriedly.

"Ouch again. Well, it is thirteen days from today." "On a fucking Saturday?" "Yes. And it also appears that my rut cycle shall me very, very close to that date."

"Jacques! Thank God. What time is it? Is the car ready? Cassian will—" "IT IS SATURDAY, MADAME." His head tilted 15 degrees, a programmed gesture of concern. Silence. The words hung in the air like smoke. Saturday. Amara blinked. Saturday? She’d lived by Cassian’s clock for countless days. Monday through Friday: work. Saturday through Sunday: survival. But Saturday meant nothing. No treaties. No work. "Saturday?" she repeated, voice cracking. "But... the Arctic Shipping Consortium annex—" "THE OFFICE IS

Aden I loved Saturdays. I had always heard that days off are for people who don’t like their jobs, but I have never really held to this. I loved my job but also appreciated downtime. Mostly because Beau wouldn’t let me play my bass and read my comics at work. Despite the ping-pong court and arcade games, things could only go so far at Sure Thing Graphics. Ryan may have been a bit more permissive, but it was a bit too early to test that.

But I don’t know if he believes me or not. I’m still pinning my headache on the blonde bimbo who jumped me like an Olympic sport! I groan as I pushed through the door. Even the sweet little chime announcing my arrival hurts my head! I really needed a few more hours of sleep before crawling outta my bed today! It’s Saturday, for crying out loud! Don’t people sleep in on Saturdays? Well... I guess it’s only people who don’t need to work six days a week just to make ends meet... I’m looking forward to having tomorrow off...