Tranquility By Tuesday Novels & Stories

Marisol had noted in their data sharing arrangement that Tuesdays had become the established significant event day. Noah had responded: consistent with geological formation principles. Significant formations occur on recurring conditions. Tuesday is the recurring condition. The boy arrived in the morning. Eight forty three AM. The specific quality of a Tuesday morning in June. The summer beginning. Not yet the full summer. The transitional quality. The moment before. The same quality as Patricia's commission. The anticipatory silence. The silence that contained what was coming. And then what was coming arrived. The boy was born with the complete quality.

He still had no right playing with her life like that. "Nobody knows Just why we're here Could it be fate Or random circumstance At the right place At the right time Two roads intertwine And if the universe conspired To meld our lives To make us Fuel and fire Then know Where ever you will be So too shall I be Close your eyes Dry your tears 'Coz when nothing seems clear You'll be safe here From the sheer weight Of your doubts and fears Weary heart You'll be safe here..."

No matter how willing they were to feel each other, some invisible manacles were there, holding both of them apart. The sky was dark but still belonged to the morning, as it was an early hour striking 3 am on the time measuring tool. A deafening silence was filling the vacuum of that busy road, carrying no one else than those two bodies, which might be each other’s, but was no more than a stranger to it. No car could be seen passing by, as if the road has blocked itself to give time to these strangers crying their hearts out inside, but have nothing to utter outside, even if it is a sob. Though the illuminating lights were so bright, ready to compete with the sun, the world of these souls ca

I've talked to him. Bigla na lamang akong napangiti ng maalala ko ang nangyari kagabi. Ang naging pag-uusap naming dalawa na halos hindi ako magawang patulugin. Ang ginawa niyang pagtataboy sa akin. Those melting eyes of him that made me tremble. His deep and baritone voice that made my heart beats faster than usual. And his sexy back...

“So, instead of doing it in a normal way, I will choose to risk everything and make a deal with you.” “Oh?” Adze smirked. “I like your guts.” “What deal are you going to make with us?” Lancelot asked. And from the looks of it, he is also interested in what Milan is going to say. “Give us three months,” Milan said. “In those three months, you will supply us with your high-end cars and we will be able to sell them.” Adze laughed as he heard that. “Are you an idiot? Selling Anox’s car is too easy for you to make a deal with. So you will—”

However, Kelvin was more treated in the Justin part and wanted to hear everything in detail, so many questions rummaged through his mind and he didn't want to leave without having them answered. “ Damian, can we talk?” he asked. Damian knew he wanted to ask about the bet with Justin but he didn't want his mood to be ruined, he was happy to have reconciled with his wife and would not want anything to interrupt that. He quickly responded, “ Yes, but that will be on Monday in my office. We are slightly busy right now.” He held Layla by the waist and spoke softly, kissing her lightly in her hair, her cheeks blushing profusely.

This would be a major relapse in her mental health. A Mental Asylum is where she would never go again. When she saw Angus staring at her, chills ran down her spine. He was up to no good and Avyanna could sense it. Avyanna soaked herself in her lavender body scrub, drinking directly from a bottle of champagne. She kept cucumbers in her eyes and delve into the soothing rhythm and vocals of the song Getting older by Billie Eilish. She had soaked in the bathtub for almost forty-five minutes. The time was 12: 45. Lala kept bothering her telling her that Elektra was at the window, and she asked her to bring Elektra up to the room.

"You'll just go tell everyone—just like that?" "Why not?" He paused a moment, squinting down at her. "Or I could just blackmail you. I guess that's up to me." "This whole truce is blackmail," Nicole muttered bitterly. "Not entirely. So long as we both agree, you'll have your peace of mind knowing I will in fact, not speak a word of what you spend your nights doing." Seth quirked an eyebrow. "What do you say, Palmer? Truce?" Nicole stayed silent for a long moment, reluctant. She turned over every option in her mind but really, this seemed like the only thing she could do. Peace of mind. "I'm not becoming some little—whore toy whatever—"

The soothing sound of water cascading from the fountain was inviting. I walked over to the bench and took a seat. The gentle, rhythmic sound of the water was so relaxing and soothing that I didn't notice myself drifting off to sleep. The weariness of the journey, combined with the peaceful ambiance of the garden, was too much for my tired body to resist.