Tuesdays Book Novels & Stories

Horace yanked away the study materials from my hand roughly before leaving with VIvian's hand in his. They ended up going to the backyard garden, which was right in view from my window, so I had a perfect view of them reading books together. That evening, Agnes, the nanny, told me to go downstairs to eat after she finished cooking. I sat across the table from Horace and Vivian as they fed each other throughout the meal, and I didn't so much as raise my head, focusing on eating the meal in front of me.

A library book she had brought home from Aldwick yesterday. She opened the library book. Then looked back at me. "Sit down," she said. "I'll show you what Tuesday looks like." --- Tuesday, it turned out, looked like this: Coffee and her thesis revision until nine. A call from Patricia confirming the final documentation had been filed and the trust record updated. Sophia on her laptop researching something for her chapter — she asked me two questions about corporate governance structures that required actual answers, which I gave, and she incorporated them into her argument, which I found more satisfying than I expected.

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWO RIVER It was finally Tuesday. I paced my room like my life depended on it. I was a little paranoid. I didn't know what the war would look like and what the outcome would be. It was noon already, and I hadn't even had breakfast. The whole pack seemed unusually quiet and peaceful. It carried an aura that I didn't like. I paced the room continuously with different thoughts flooding my head at the same time.

“Do you think the bookstore next to Wixon still has it?” Valencia leaned on the kitchen counter near the sink, tapping her fingers on the ceramic surface. “Yeah, trust me the last time I visited that bookstore down on 2nd street was 2 days ago. it was a recent visit so I’m sure they still have a few left in the Non-fiction section.” The voice on the phone said.

POV: Red I choose Tuesday. Not for any special reason, just that it's a blank slate. No Monday supply deliveries to worry about, no end-of-week bullshit. It's a day for maintenance. For the arrangement. I've been building toward this specific Tuesday for two weeks. I've timed it, watched it, and I know I have a six-minute window. Give or take ninety seconds.

It was the most endearing thing I had ever seen. "Henry," I said gently. "How long?" He looked up. "The third Tuesday," he said. "She said something about it, it doesn't matter what she said. But the way she said it." He stopped. "The third Tuesday." I counted back. The third Tuesday was eight weeks ago. Eight weeks of entrance hall books and cleared afternoon schedules and apparently a very detailed internal catalogue of everything Dr. Ruth Daniel had said and how she had said it. I sat with the warmth of it for a moment.

Cassius said with a smirk, likely mistaking my gaze on the bookshelves as me restraining myself from browsing them. Despite not feeling as enthusiastic as he assumed, I still went for the books. I let my hands trail across the spine of the books, stopping on the thickest one. I carefully pulled it out, afraid to even scratch the cover. “That’s the novel section of the books. There’s really no title on the cover because it’s printed on the first page,” Cassius explained from his bean bag. I nodded at his explanation and opened the book. My heart nearly dropped upon reading the title. Was this just a coincidence? Written in an elegant font was ‘The Second Time Around: Chronicles of Ava Midgen’

Tuesday arrives with the specific quality of a morning that has decided to be entirely ordinary, which is a quality I have learned to receive with gratitude rather than suspicion, though the suspicion required active effort to release for most of the last seven days. Iris sits in the rear facing seat with the imperious patience of a toddler who has decided that car rides are acceptable only when they conclude at a destination containing something of interest. She is holding the cloth book Reth bought her last month, not because Reth was asked to buy her anything, but because Reth noted, in the compound's ordinary Tuesday routine three weeks ago, that she showed consistent preference for the

"Not the first time. We are done for today, right? Tomorrow same time?" "Uhmm yeah, sure." With this, I grab my stuff and leave as fast as possible. As the pub is closed every Tuesday, I have the night off. I decide to prepare myself some more for classes, before dropping into bed with my e-reader. But somehow, I can't settle down to concentrate on my book. There's too much on my mind right now.

Why stay helpless when you can choose to be powerful? Have a great day, everyone! See you all in the next book! UPDATE: BOOK TWO is now out as a completed novel - The Rogues Who Went Rogue.