Wednesday Fanfic Novels & Stories

Arabella Pov It's been three months since my Luna celebration. I had been working non-stop on pack business all day. I washed up and got into bed with a book. My mates weren't here as they were in their office, handling pack business as well. We're getting married in as little as two weeks, so I'm trying not to overwork myself. I recently started reading fifty shades of grey. Honestly, this book is nothing but pure sex, but it intrigues me, especially after what the triplets decided to do to me a month ago.

Trick Thursday is seriously my favorite day of the week. It should be my most frustrating because I get very little work done, but the reason I get very little work done is also what makes it my favorite. From the moment Riley and Hadley leave in the morning, I'm watching the clock, waiting for when Hadley gets off work, and then sneaking glimpses to see when she makes it to the shop. My work schedule revolves around it, and I've even said no to jobs if it's going to cut into time with her.

" Chloe, listen -----------" " It's safe and that's what I want." I cut him off. He sighs. My heart starts to pick up pace when I feel his footsteps draw near. " Wesley, you need to leave now, please go." I say softly, not being able to look at him. I feel his gaze on my back for a moment, before I hear him leave. I let out a sigh of relief before getting under the covers, wiping away a tear. ********  We are closely approaching the weekend and I am relieved by that. I've had enough of school this week and I can't wait to stay in bed, for the rest of the weekend.

Because Valeria was "traumatized." That should have been my clue. That should have been the moment I saw the pattern clearly. But instead, I'd told myself I was being insensitive. Of course Miles had been focused on Valeria—she'd been hurt and scared. The blood had probably looked worse than it was. He was being a good brother. I'd pushed down the resentment, the hurt, the voice in my head that whispered that something wasn't right about any of this. Three weeks to the wedding. Just three more weeks, and we'd be married. Everything would be better then. It had to be.

“You’re so unbelievable, Rain.” He dropped the paper beside me and stepped closer, his hand finding my waist. “You can’t blame me, Debbie. You’re so addicting.” “That’s not an excuse,” I shunned. “I know.” He leaned closer, placing soft kisses on my neck. “Forgive me, baby. We’ll try again. Tomorrow.” I snorted. “Nah… I’m not doing it again tomorrow.” “Then today? I don’t mind fucking you all day.” My eyes closed. Rain was crazy—but this new me was matching that craziness.

This time it was a text from Jennifer . Conti jnr: Three Days, My father just moved the wedding . I hope you are happy . I stared at the screen for a long beat. A small cold smirk touched my lips . Then I typed back . Lucas: I dont care about being happy Conti. I just care about winning . See you at the alter.

but damn, it’s fucking hard. Hard because he and Dylan spend so much damn time together now. they found out they have Monday and Wednesday classes in the same building…because of course the universe loves and hates him simultaneously. It became a part of their routine rather naturally, to walk together. although on Wednesdays their walk is cut short because Daniel meets Dylan halfway with coffee and a pastry and Andre is such a dick because if he were a good friend he would tell Daniel on the low how Dylan doesn’t like those fruity pastries but is just too shy to say it.

The vibrator is still buzzing somewhere in the sheets. He reaches over and turns it off. "Good girl," he says into my hair. "Very good girl." I decide then that Friday nights are definitely my favorite nights. End of Arc 3: Sugar and Sin

“Maybe I’ll go there Friday…” Vanessa looked at me dead in the eyes. “Friday is my day off,” she said, before whipping around and heading back to the bar. She sashayed off with just one last look back at me. I watched her butt wiggle away. The orange thong showed her round ass to perfection. I wanted that booty against mine. I fantasised about Friday. Would we have an adventure? I wanted to see her again for sure, one on one this time.

“I’d never ask you to sacrifice your job. I’m just telling you to be careful. Men like Grayson are pretty insistent when they decide they want something.” “And what about you?” I questioned boldly. “What happens when you decide you want something on a weekday?” His thumb brushed my lip. His eyes were darker than I’d ever seen. They held a lot more than lust. “Then I stop pretending the weekends are enough.” My heart slammed across my chest. What the hell did that mean? He finally stepped back and I could breathe properly again, but I immediately mourned the loss of contact. “Thursday’s pitch,” he breathed out. His eyes ran across my form. Once. Twice. I shifted under his gaze. “Ace it like y