Wednesday Fanfic Novels & Stories

Third Person's POV It's been almost two weeks since everything happened, and Thaddeus is still a mess. He hardly eats and barely sleeps. He hasn't left that room, he can't! Thaddeus wants Aiden back in his arms. He wants things back the way they were. Thaddeus misses holding Aiden. He misses the way the Omega would climb on top of him in the middle of the night. He misses the beautiful sound of his purr. He missed looking into his beautiful blue eyes. He misses how the Omega would glare at him when he got angry, ‘Goddess, he was adorable when angry!’ Thaddeus thought.

He makes me beg for it, and even when I think I'm done, that I can't possibly survive another round of pleasure, he always proves me wrong. By the third or fourth or fifth day, however, some of our supplies begin to run short. And as much as I love spending entire days lounging naked in his arms, I have to admit that I'm getting stir-crazy. "Is it Wednesday?" I ask him that afternoon as we lie intertwined on the bed. "Might be," he says with a chuckle. "Could be Thursday. Or even Tuesday. Does it even matter?" "No," I tell him. I kiss him on the nose and sit up. "But I think at least one of us should try to keep track so we don't completely forget about the rest of the world."

What am I supposed to do there? I can't even figure myself out here! “He said you and I will be going on a business trip to Weretopia early Wednesday morning.”

I grip his throat with one hand, his eyes darken and his cock twitches inside me. “You watched me for three weeks,” I pant, bouncing on his cock, my hand still on his throat. “You wrote about my body like you owned it. You described how I sleep. You described my fantasies.” I lean down close to his face, my tits swaying against his chest. “But you don’t own me, Wes. You just got lucky that I let you in.” Something flashes in his eyes. He grabs my waist, flips me, and I’m on my back and he’s over me.

And the guests are all watching, waiting to see which of us will kill the other first. I wake up sweating, Tyler's arm around my waist, his breathing steady against my back. Three weeks until the wedding. Three weeks until I walk down an aisle toward a man I'm terrified I'm falling for. Three weeks until I promise forever to someone who might not live to see next year. The Corvus Mutation. The Council investigation. Mitchell's schemes. And now, a wedding. I close my eyes and try to find sleep again. But all I see is white lace and blood.

Wesley said he isn’t coming until eleven to fix the AC and I just can’t go out there to face the dickhead who know the face I make when I’m reaching my limit and the ass who heard me faked an orgasm MARKIE: I think your step brother just likes to see you wet. And don’t dare to use my love of eating women out against me. Maybe they are playing sword fights with each other’s dicks or thumb wrestling in assholes. Just check and see if anyone’s there. Dehydration is a thing, you know. I chuckle at her comment. And she texts right back. MARKIE: Let me know if you sleep with any of them. ADELINE: Sure. It’s truly too bad we didn’t meet earlier in life. Why did we have to waste so many years before

he said and he winked at me. After Dracula, we watched Twilight where Jane threw another enormous amount of jokes around, mostly about sparkly stuff, mind reading and predicting the future and after we put on Underworld. “I'm going to be like Selene with my ex-boyfriend when I see him. Oh, and actually also your ex-boyfriend Tris,“ Jane said, nudging me in the shoulder. I turned to her with wide eyes. “We're sharing the same ex-boyfriend,“ I said with a shocked expression. “Enough about ex-boyfriends,“ Damon snapped. Jane rolled her eyes at me and focused on the tv again.

"The date. I'd like ... do you ... do you think we could go out Wednesday? I want to spend time catching up with my family tonight ... I'm sure they'll drag you into some kind of game night, it's what we do when we're all together, play silly little board games. Tomorrow and Wednesday, I'll be helping my mom bake cookies and bread and pies and cakes and who knows what else for the feast on Thursday ... so I'll be ready for a reprieve Wednesday night ... and we should be pretty done with the baking and stuff then. So ... would Wednesday be okay?" "Yeah," I said, smiling at her. I pulled her into a one armed hug. "Wednesday sounds great." "Easy mister," she said, laughing wryly as she pulled a

“I passed him and made a gesture with my head.” Extend our stay to two weeks,” I told him in the car as he drove. ___________ Now it's morning. “I have no plans except one, text sean. “I have his schedule saved. It's the weekend. He's not doing anything. Oddly enough, his weekdays are busier than his weekends. Most people club on weekends, he clubs on Wednesdays. Interesting. Me: Morning I don't care if he's asleep. Or his fucking someone else. It doesn't matter.

BRYAN It's Wednesday, and all Wednesdays are off days, along side Saturdays and Sundays. I jump out of bed and head to my planning board. I dust off the previous plans from yesterday, which included “Have Maria over for sex” and I laugh at myself. I'm beginning to see how pathetic my life really is. I write down fresh plans for the day, and I decide to leave Maria, or sex, out of my plans. Binge watch Grey's Anatomy