Wednesday Books Novels & Stories

“I am so glad I am done with Orthopedics”, Chance groaned as he chugged down on the food. He hadn’t had a peaceful meal ever since his internship started in the department of Orthopedics. 31 Days, he spent working his ass off forgetting eating or sleeping. There were days when he went for 36 hours straight. All because of that Dr. Tyrant, aka Dr. Terence Tyson. Oh how much he loathed that third year resident. He was treated as if he were a personal slave.

Blaze jostled. "I knew I would get along well with you." Emerald cracked a small smile. "You love reading books?" When he nodded, she asked, "Who is your favorite author?" "I have tons of favorites. Some of them are, Napoleon Hill, Robert Kiyosaki, Benjamin Graham, Peter Thiel, Emerald Relish, Ayn Rand, Chris Guillebeau, Tony Robbins, and many more." Emerald is amazed by his knowledge of most of the good authors. "I noticed most of those authors wrote classic or business books, but one of the names seems unusual," Emerald said.

Miriam said. "Yes," he said. They descended the stairs. On the second day of the library, the stairs receive their feet at the shallower pace, the fourth tread offering its light — the Wednesday morning light, different from Tuesday's but the same light, the same aperture, the same attending. They walked out into the August morning. The city was in its working configuration — the commuters, the delivery routes, the specific morning frequency of a Wednesday in the working world. The library behind them, open, receiving its second day.

NOAH ♠️ I noticed it first on a Wednesday. Not because Wednesday was significant, it wasn’t, it was an ordinary midweek morning with the same structure as every other midweek morning, coffee and newspaper and the particular rhythm of a household functioning on schedule. I noticed it on a Wednesday because Wednesdays were when Scarlet usually called her sister, a standing call that happened every week without fail, and this Wednesday she didn’t make it. She sat across from me at breakfast with her phone face down and her coffee getting cold and a quality of interior focus that had nothing to do with the room she was sitting in.

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I entered mine, went through the three books I had gotten from the store, and set them down on the bed. I folded my arms and read their names. The Claiming Rites, Finding the One, and Under the Red Moon. There was no order in which anyone should read these books, so I sat down and picked up The Claiming Rites. After an hour, I finished reading. The book made zero sense, and then I picked up Finding the One and spent another hour reading through it. While the first book was incomplete, the second made a little more sense. I picked up the third, which I had gone to Zion’s room with. I took my time reading, and another hour went by.

Kennedy POV. The weather was bad, but I needed to get that new book, it's Robert birthday gift, who'd knew a grown up man would kill for the newest werewolf love book. I got into my car, drove carefully toward the local book store, they had the new book reserved for me. It was supposed to one quick drive, until I walked into the library. A girl was sitting on a bean bag, her blond hair was covering her eyes with overgrown bangs, she tried to huff them away from her face but to no use. She looked young, maybe she's just here with her parents, looking down at the book she had in her hands it was a kids story. Does she read for the local kids? Or is it just for her?

She wasn't young, maybe in her mid thirties, but she had a clean ivory face, with almost no wrinkles. Will's routine was as follows: On weekdays he would listen in on the morning classes, he had managed to finally sneak into the church itself through a trap door he had created under the kitchen table. He would borrow books at night, and put them back in the morning. There had been times he had fallen asleep while reading, but luckily no one noticed the missing books before he managed to put it back.

echoed a voice all around me. “Wha.. what?” I managed to say. “They poisoned your wine before. It was your tea this time,” the voice said. “They want you dead, you see.” “Who wants me dead?” I whimpered in a voice that was just above a whisper. “The zombies. The werewolves. The witchdoctor who rules them all.” “They’re ruled by a witchdoctor?” I managed to breathe out. “You need to get that poison out of you before you abort that child,” the voice insisted.

Her living room window allows her to see the beautiful night sky adorned with bright lights shaming the stars and even the moon. She imagines Nate and Nina looking at that same beautiful sky after having a lovely dinner while she dines on hot noodle and a cup of coffee. "I'm so pathetic. How did I become like this?" she asked herself. She's about to call for food delivery when Ivy's call came in. She already knows exactly what she's going to ask her. "I just talked to the TV producer. She's okay with the third book being launched in January next year. She told me they would broadcast the series in three weekends in February," Ivy said.