Wednesday Fanfic Novels & Stories

Seraphina POV I spent the first day watching the first season of Wednesday on N*****x. I couldn’t help but laugh at the parallels between Maeve and Enid and Wednesday and I. As a joke I couldn’t help myself but call Maeve, Enid after Maeve came into the room wearing a pink sweater, jeans, and fuzzy pink slippers. Me on the other hand, in stark contrast to my friend, was wearing black leggings, with a evergreen long sleeve shirt that I had borrowed, and my hair in two braids.

The words settled between us, it felt heavy and unmoving. I stepped closer. Not touching. Just close enough that she could feel I wasn’t going anywhere. “They’re not touching you.” “You can’t promise that.” She muttered. “I can promise I’ll burn this city down before I let them try.” Her eyes searched mine. Looking for the lie. But she found none. She exhaled shakily. “Friday is in three days.” “I know.” “We’re still doing this?” I studied her face...the faint freckles across her nose I never noticed before, the way her lower lip trembled just slightly when she was trying not to fall apart.

Then I locked the screen, placed the phone face down beside my glass, and looked back up at my friends. "Sorry, what were you saying?” Jenna picked up her sentence from wherever she'd left it, and I nodded along and let the conversation carry me forward. We had a thing on Wednesdays. Neither of us planned it, it just… happened. It started a few weeks back. One night he said he needed ice cream after a rough day, and I said I did too. We ended up at the small place near my building, sitting outside, talking until it got cold.

Drew asks me. "It's Wednesday," I simply state and Drew nods in understanding. Little curious Cassandra lifts her dark brows. "What's Wednesday mean?" Before I have the chance to tell her that it's none of her business, Drew replies, "Every other Wednesday night, Crayvin here, has dinner with his parents." Cassandra's expression changes. Her eyes darken but flicker with a tiny spark and the corners of her thin lips curl upwards. "What?" I grunt, annoyed with the full-on smirk she now wears.

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.

I knew I had no right to be jealous. None at all. But that didn’t stop the gnawing ache in my chest, and that made it twice as hard to endure. I’d already regretted at least ten times agreeing to work these cursed five days. Tonight, they were going to the theater—just the two of them. Bastian was off doing God knows what again, and Alpha Kainell hadn’t expressed any interest in going out. Which meant Alpha Wayland was now waiting for his date in the living room, all dressed and ready.

***** Dane Wednesday night The previous week, Dane had been given the chance to even the score with his little brother, Danny, and fuck Danny's girlfriend. Hannah and Sally had greeted him in lingerie after he'd gotten home and the three quickly started going at it. The threesome quickly turned to a foursome, and after he'd had his fill, it turned back into a threesome again when he left the room. Another hour passed before Sally came back out, trying to get him to join them again. "What?" he asked, amused at her ridiculous insatiability. "You guys wear out Danny?"

I tell her. “Bye Bestie.” She teases. I roll my eyes and hang up. I sit on my bed for a few minutes before I go back to the party. ============= Sadie Wilde POV These last three weeks have been the worse experience of my life. Working so closely with someone I want to fuck is so fucking hard. Like literally whenever he’s around I want to rip off his clothes and have my way with him. “Sadie come here for a second.” Tia calls

WESLEY POV I was wrong. I was so, so wrong. Never in my life had I been so wrong about something. I thought for sure we would wrap everything up and wash our hands of this whole situation with Amber Forest by Sunday. But Sunday came and went. And then Monday. And then Haven’s birthday. And then Wednesday. Almost a week. Almost a whole fucking week had gone by, and we were no closer to having all the evidence we needed than we had been before I pretended to agree to this stupid union.

This week is going by so fast. It’s Wednesday already. Tomorrow is my birthday. I’m both excited and terrified about finding my mate. I hope it is Shana, but honestly, I don’t feel a pull toward her. Convel has been fixated on Seleste. I must admit, I do feel a small connection to her. I just have to ignore it and stick to my plan.