Tranquility By Tuesday Novels & Stories

So, with a smile that Made Hannah relax, Serenity breathed out a word that brought back the tense atmosphere in the room. "Peaches" --------

[Michelle is going abroad again…] He didn’t even realize that his fingers trembled as they struck the keyboard, sending messages that made little sense. [Astrid, are you still there? [Talk to me.] Keith’s anxiety escalated. He furrowed his brow, his gaze vacant, and the world around him seemed to fade away.

. … It’s Tuesday, 19 more days left and I’m not sure how I feel about leaving anymore. Of course, I want to have my own place and get on with my life but what happens with X? Will we still talk? Continue what we’ve started? Ugh, I have to stop this nonsense already. I check my phone and still nothing from X. He’s probably on the plane now. I go through the day constantly checking my phone like a teenage girl waiting to hear from her crush. He hasn’t reached out at all and it’s already 7 pm, I don’t know if he’s back yet or not but he should be by now. I’ve been sulking just thinking about how he’s probably already bored of me and getting what he needs from Adria again. It’ll be so

“But don’t pretend you don’t need me.” Her breath caught, sharp and sudden. “You think too highly of yourself.” “Only when I’m right.” His hand brushed against hers—just a featherlight touch, but it sent an electric spark racing up her arm. For a brief moment, the world around them faded, narrowing down to just their breaths. Then— A loud crash broke the fragile calm. It echoed from the hallway—sharp, metallic, like something falling or a door being forced open. Both of them turned their heads.

Was he still at whatever business had kept him from showing up last night? The questions tried to bloom, but I cut them off. It's not my problem. Not today. I reached for the remote and queued a playlist instead, soft jazz, nothing demanding. The music folded around the room like a gentle buffer. I closed my eyes and let it fill the quiet, repeating the words I’d started the day with: Today is mine. It wasn’t perfect peace, but it was enough. ———

Even with my face partially turned away, my distinct, unyielding presence cast an undeniable, mysterious shadow right behind Tuesday’s bright, polished smile. Tuesday glares at the screen, her nails digging into the metallic casing of her phone until her knuckles turn white. She scrolls frantically through the comment section. A few pack members had left inquiries asking about the commanding, dark-haired human woman in the background, but their questions were quickly buried beneath thousands of generic compliments praising Tuesday’s beauty. Tuesday lets out a long, shaky breath, trying to force the knot in her stomach to loosen. She tosses the phone onto the mattress and stares at the dark w

I had known from a young age that I wasn't the Blackwood family's biological daughter. So I knew that I wasn't worthy of being compared with Claire Blackwood in any way. I had only gotten her doll dirty while cleaning the room, yet Mom punished me by locking me out in the rain all night. When Claire blinded one of my eyes with a laser pointer, however, Mom protected her instead. “Your sister didn't mean to do it. She was just playing around.” After I lost sight in my right eye, Claire showed me a triumphant smile. “Who told you to enter our lives in the first place? You deserve it.” They all said I was an outsider. So for eighteen years, no matter how hard I tried or how desperately

Back on Earth, Ava stood quietly before her large bedroom window, looking out at the city. At that exact, identical moment, miles away, Luca stood beneath the endless sky, looking out toward the exact same horizon. They were miles apart physically, abiding by the old traditions of the night before, yet they were profoundly, beautifully connected. Between them, the conceptual bond of their souls glowed with a soft, iridescent light. It was a silent promise. A beautiful forever. Ava slowly closed her eyes, a radiant smile gracing her lips. *Tomorrow.* Luca looked toward the distant horizon, his chest rising with a deep, unburdened breath. *Tomorrow.*

The bra was almost transparent with a peculiar inner layer. I held it up and insisted, "Check this item." "What tricks are you up to now?" Edward crossed his legs and scoffed as he leaned back lazily. "Are you jealous that Cindy has better taste and a better figure than you? Don't worry. Once I'm in a better mood, I'll buy you one too." While disdain was written on his face, Cindy's expression was the opposite. In an instant, all the color drained from her face. … The lab results came back quickly.

She went silent for a moment, then asked in confusion, "Are you sure? Weren't you completely devoted to Enzo?" "Yes," I said, looking out at the night beyond the window. "I need one that takes effect immediately upon signing. I don't want to love him anymore." "Alright," she replied at once. "Don't worry. I'll always support your decision."