Wednesday Books Novels & Stories

Caitlin sat in her large room in Dunvegan in Castle at a writing desk, looking out the window at the sunset sky. She examined the torn page McCleod had given her, holding it up to the light. She slowly ran her fingertips along the embossed, Latin letters. They looked and felt ancient. The entire page was so beautifully and intricately designed, and she marveled at the intricate colors along the paper’s edges. Back then, she realized, books were made to be works of art in and of themselves.

"Hello, Ms. Shelby. I am Mark's wife. I've been studying abroad for the past three years, and now I'm back!" Sharon Lindsey reached out with her hand toward me. Though her words seemed friendly, they were full of subtle claims to ownership. I had been nothing more than a temporary replacement for Sharon during those three years. Sharon was back, and I could be discarded then. "Ms. Shelby, are you planning on leaving? If so, that would be perfect because I was considering moving in tonight."

This was a problem. I slowly rolled off my desk and went to the sink to cleanse myself of as much of the telltale signs of sex as I could before I put myself back together. As I fastened my bra, my eyes caught sight of the books that Max had shoved out of his way. There was one lying open and displaying a drawing of a werewolf. I walked back to my desk and looked down at the book as it rested, face up, on the floor. Was someone trying to tell me something?

I find myself sitting upright , listening intently to what was beginning to unfold. “ As I cried , I felt this magnificent power shoot through me. It was scary as I saw a flower shooting up from the pot plant of soil that laid barren on our balcony for so many days. I remember rushing to your father , waking him from his sleep to tell him what happened. As days went by , your father and I stayed busy at the library , finding any information that could explain what had been happening. Eventually , we stumbled on to the truth – I am a witch Rosemary , my parents must have been a witch and wizard.” I listen to her , flabbergasted. Witches are said to be evil and vile creatures , but here she is

Perhaps I thought I would find a number of ladies with wedding dates fixed on a Saturday, wrestling for one of those pieces which were held on the hangers, but the calm was what struck us first. There was a lady by the counter, whose attention remains fixed on some packages before her. Not even sparing a glance at us, her focus remained on the items on the desk, and soon enough, a figure from an outlying room had stepped out, approaching us. "Miss Williams" She greeted, eyes beaming on at Ashley. "It's a pleasure to have you here" She added. Now, what business did Ashley hold with a wedding store owner, that I had not an answer to.

If it wasn’t too late. Caleb looked down as he flew over the New York City skyline. It was complete mayhem down there. They flew down Central Park West, skirting the edge of the park, and he saw chaos both in and outside the park. Like everywhere else in the city, Central Park West, for dozens of blocks, was completely clogged with cars, smashed into each other. Passengers leaned on their horns, cursed at each other, jumped out and ran. But before they could get far, they were pounced upon by mercenary vampires. Everywhere was bloodshed. For every human, there was at least one vampire. They were crawling all over the city, like ants. And they were tearing these humans apart.

The lady swayed the floating book in front of her and stared directly at him, "Once again, you did not make an effort to be back at the palace on time. You were involved in a death case, and even though you were proven innocent, you are now under the Academia's radar which is undesirable for both of us in every possible ways. When all's said and done, this is the sanction you and I have agreed to execute should you commit any type of misconduct, am I being understood?" "Y-Yes,” he surrendered. "Here it is . . read this page now — without putting those books down, if you’d be so kind.” Her newly opened book turned into Tristan’s sweaty and fatigued face. “This is a compilation of unsolved mys

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LENA It was a Wednesday. I want to be precise about this because the Wednesday quality of it matters, not a significant day, not the particular and weighted day of a Sunday dinner or a foundation meeting or any of the specific and notable occasions that had accumulated since September. A Wednesday in the third week of November, the particular and ordinary quality of a midweek evening, the specific and unremarkable shape of a day that had been a working day and was becoming a working night. The foundation documents had expanded.