Tranquility By Tuesday Novels & Stories

Quieten my brain to distract me from Bryan and keep my focus on Bella, seduce Bryan, destroy Bella. The background noise helped too, it played this African afro beats that I enjoy so much, “Calm Down by Rema” and other songs in a playlist. The hum of treadmills like a steady heartbeat, the metallic clink of weights colliding, the occasional grunt from someone trying to impress the mirrors. Even the playlist the staff put on loop became a strange kind of white noise, making it easier to think.

she said to him. " Me too Ishu..... . Me too. I also want to meet her. We have another few weeks to spend her naa. Let's hope that we will meet her again. Let's come to the cafe tomorrow too. Tomorrow is Friday. so next day we don't have work. So let's bring Diya, Sid and Ro too. Then we will be able to introduce them to Lexi too. " he said to her.

Tomorrow is Saturday I have a free workday that thought made a smile out of my lips. ** I woke up with a serious headache thank god it's Saturday if not I don't know what would've happened. I took medicine which made the headache intensify a bit. I try to mask it up not wanting Aunt to find out, I don't want her to be worried. I try keeping myself busy by working on the part I'm required to do at work. My phone vibrates beside me seeing Psycho flashed across the screen, I saved it as Marwan Name. What does he want from me again?

They moved together with a fierce, telepathic rhythm, completely uninhibited, celebrating their empire in the rawest, most passionate way possible. Two hours later, wrapped in the quiet, comfortable afterglow of their passion, they were getting dressed to head back to her brownstone. Xavier was buttoning his shirt, while Selah stood by his desk, adjusting her hair in the mirror, her expression soft and glowing with an unmatched peace. On the corner of the desk, the secure, unified Knight-Monroe tablet gave a quiet, low-priority hum. Selah glanced down at it, her fingers swiping the screen. It was a standard, automated notification from their secure compliance vault—the one Damaris and Marcus

New York. Xavier's Penthouse. Monday. 7:42 PM ​By the time she came out of the room, the silence of the penthouse had transformed. It was no longer the charged, electric quiet of their confrontation from three hours ago; it was the hollow, heavy silence of a space that had been vacated.

I was a problem being escorted out. The sky was pale grey and lightless, that strange hour just before sunrise when the world has not decided yet what kind of day it is going to be. Everything was quiet except for our footsteps and the soft sound of birds beginning somewhere in the trees ahead of us. I kept my eyes forward and my breathing steady and I told myself over and over that I was going to be fine. I am not sure I believed it.

"Okay. Give me a week, I'll look over and write you a new business plan. I may stop by the store once or twice, but for the most part, you won't even know I'm there." "And what about you?" "What about me?" "We have a deal, remember? Tit for tat. You've got my records. When do I get on your—" she looked pointedly down at his lap"—whatever?" Brad's blood thrummed in response to Mattie's words. He should have known better than to try to have a conversation right now. He hadn't quite shaken off the aftereffects of their conversation this afternoon. the little minx had tempted and teased him almost beyond his endurance. Even though he'd tried to bury himself in work, what he really wanted to bury

I fell asleep thinking of Tuesdays, of twin lullabies, of a patchwork life made of ridiculous promises and quiet courage. When morning came, the world would ask for statements, for performances, for clarity in headlines. Tonight we’d given them the kind of clarity that can’t be printed: a life chosen out loud, witnessed by those who loved us, and a marriage of two stubborn, tender hearts that had finally learned how to show up for one another in every weather.

Something considerably more interesting. Serena was at the kitchen table with her second cup of tea. She had told herself it would be the last one. She had known, even while she was making it, that it wouldn't be. The twins were upstairs, and the baby monitor sat humming softly on the counter, its small green light steady and reassuring. The house had that particular stillness it got on Tuesday and Thursday afternoons now. The specific, precious peace of two fourteen-month-olds who had worn themselves out completely against the world and temporarily given up the fight.

Jing Yue paused abruptly and promptly released his grip on her. Xin Ran panted hard as if she was running a marathon. She tried to regain her composure, adjusting the straps of her dress to restore it to the state it was before she entered the room. "I'm sorry…" Jing Yue's voice called out to her, but it was beginning to trail off from her like they were worlds apart. It began with her vision, starting to get fuzzy. She rubbed her eyes and tried to focus, but everything seemed to be fading away. Not just Jing Yue's voice, but nothing seemed to make her feel she was still in that room.