Wednesday Books Novels & Stories

The full one, the real one, the one that has been on her list since a hotel lobby in New York and a forum in March and two and a half years of cities and Sunday calls and a file fifty entries deep. "Wednesday first," she says. "Wednesday first," he agrees. They close the laptop and make dinner in the Gràcia kitchen, and the city outside does what it always does, and tomorrow is one more day before Wednesday, and Wednesday is the last piece.

Who didn't love Wednesdays? One, it was the half of the week, so it was always a good thing, right, and second. It was the day that Stella McCartney considered her alone time. Wednesday nights, doing nothing but wrapped up in her sweet sweet couch, eating popcorn, watching N*****x, or reading a romance novel she manages to buy in a really cheap price. But today, something told her she wasn't going to be spending her Wednesday alone, it was like someone was going to spend it with her, but she ignored such concept.

Trisha heard Mrs Perry complain as she glided through shelves teemed with ages-old books before she could be pulled into hours-long conversation with the old lady. She picked up a book from a dilapidated shelf, blew off the dust that had found solace on it's leather covering over the years, and squinted— because of the poor illumination, to see the books name. ‘Wizards Can Do More’ by one of the greatest wizards ever, LP Travis. It was a book she wanted but not one she needed. Hence, she put it back in its spot among other dusty books and walked to another shelf.

He had to find her, no matter what it took. As Joseph's eyes darted around the room, they landed on a book that was half hidden under a pile of papers. He reached down and picked it up, curious to see what it was. The cover was worn and tattered, but he could just make out the words "Diary" written in faded ink. He opened the book, his heart pounding as he turned to the first page. To his surprise, he saw that it was a diary belonging to Felicity. His breath caught in his throat as he began to read. The first entry was dated over a few years, and it detailed Felicity's feelings about her late parents.

- I said firmly. ~~~~~~~~~ May 25 began as an ordinary Wednesday, a bit busy, as befits the middle of the week. At school that day, I had 3 tests that went quite well, mainly thanks to the help of Luna, who was studying with me all weekend. Oliver wasn't at school that day, but it didn't make me worried, as he had warned me over the weekend that wouldn't be coming to school from Monday. Oliver wanted to focus on looking for a werewolf in the area.

He sounds both suspicious and paranoid, a lovely combination. “About—” I hesitate, praying to every deity out there that I’m not wrong about this, “About some books you wrote.” “I’ve written a lot of books. And how do you know that?” “I’m referring to a particular book series you wrote, Mr. Lowenstein,” my voice is politer as relief fills me. “About the Blood Moon Hybrid.” His face blanches. “Not interested.” But when he tries to slam the door closed, I stick my foot in, preventing him from doing so. “It’s important I talk to you!”

Thursday was sacred in the way of things that are structured to hold what is broken. Wednesday was none of those things. Wednesday was a cafe with bad lighting and acceptable coffee and the particular quality of being ordinary. Wednesday was two people choosing to be in the same place at the same time with no obligation beyond the choice itself. Wednesday was the outside of the room, and the outside of the room had been, for both of them, the more difficult territory.

A medium-weight blanket that could survive the dryer and didn’t care about spills. On my way to the register I remembered the conversation we’d had at the diner about books and the way her eyes had lit sideways when she mentioned a mystery author. Banks once showed me how to find the public side of a wish list when a pack kid didn’t know how to ask for a birthday gift. I tried the same trick now and felt briefly like a burglar when it pulled up—H. Williams—Books—all paperbacks, nothing flashy, a handful of titles I recognized and two I didn’t. I picked three, then forced myself to stop, because generosity without brakes can feel like pressure. I paid and didn’t look at the total. Wolves coun

I gasped as I looked back up at Xipher, and he smiled and softly nodded his head. “A storm is coming.” He said in a voice that sent dreaded shivers through my body as I turned, looking out over the glowing land. To Be Continued in BOOK THREE “GUARDIANS KINGDOMS”

This is the end of War of Threes, but the third book, Trinity of Power, is coming!! Important/Interesting Info: 1. I will be taking a couple week break to get ahead of the book. It will post on the website on 1/31/22. It usually takes it about a week for it to show up on the app, because they have to sign the book and do all the paperwork and blah blah blah. 2. I will keep my update schedule of Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, with the potential of special updates over the weekends.