Wednesday Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"The feeling is mutual." Dee looked at me. "Thursday," he said. "Same room. Same conditions." "Same conditions," I confirmed. He picked up his phone, and I picked up mine, and we went back to work, and the city was outside, and Thursday was three days away, and the story had forty-seven more pages of Theo's assessment to get through before then. I started reading. *** Tuesday passed in the files. Wednesday passed in preparation. Thursday arrived the way important days arrived. Quietly. Without announcement. Just there when you opened your eyes.

He couldn’t afford to get late for class. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Wednesday Bella’s POV

His eyes stared at the floor with a satisfied smirk internally celebrating the naivety of the woman that submitted so easily to the manipulation of the heartless. ______________________________________ Schedule: Monday, Wednesday, and Saturday. Three days a week I would updating this book, I might give surprise updates as well if I would be able to write in the days not included in the schedule but this is the fixed one. Also do wait till the end of the day, I mostly write at night so the update might come at this time only. So be patient. Next will be updated now on Saturday as Wednesday's update had been given today. Till the next adios

No one really needed to know what they were doing behind closed doors and Caspian was enjoying that freedom. “Ah!” Audrey yelped and tried to shove Caspian away, but he grabbed her and pinned her down on the bed with ease. “Don’t you run away from me!” he said as he climbed on top of her. Audrey struggled some more and Caspian only watched in amusement. Today was a Wednesday and Caspian liked Wednesday because it was Audrey’s day off from school. He would come over to her apartment during his lunch break, sneaking off from the office and Killian, and enjoyed a few hours of pure unadulterated fun.

The curtains were still closed so the room felt cold. Looks like Sebastian is really pissed... So, this is how my week flew by, nothing interesting happened, and if something did, I don't think it's good enough to be written... Thursday Friday Saturday Sunday. Eih...

And yet, here I was, imagining her when I should have been reviewing essays on Milton. With a low exhale, I pushed back from the desk and grabbed my coffee mug, now lukewarm. I needed to get my head straight before class. Wednesdays were always the hardest. By midweek, the students were restless, half of them buried in their phones, the other half waiting for me to snap. And of course, there was Sloane Mercer.

“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

I paused and added, "It took me six days to clear out my stuff. You didn't even notice. Ever wonder why? Oh, and I read the love letters you wrote to Megan. Face it! You don't love me anymore. You're just not used to life without a free maid." I warned, "Stop bothering me. I've moved on, and I'm not looking back." I hung up and blocked him. We had a few mutual friends, so it wasn't surprising he got my new number. But I was done with him. ... I went to try on wedding dresses when Ezio finally had time to join me. I got to the shop first, waiting for him to finish a meeting. I never expected to run into Desmond.

Therefore, that night, Blaze Hudson didn't catch a glimpse of sleep as all he heard was Diva screaming in victories and talking to her gaming friends. He couldn't comprehend. Was her passion a curse or a good thing for him? ###

just a little bit. "Well, well, if it isn't our little pretender returning," I look at the door and see Adam leaning against the frame. "Not now, Adam," I say impatiently. "What did the boss do this time?" he asks, smiling. "Or rather, what did you do this time?" I groan in disgust. Do I have such a bad reputation? "Operation Monroe," I say quietly. Adam's eyes widen in shock, then he bursts into loud laughter. "Are you kidding me?" he asks, breathless. "You're the girl who screwed up the whole mission?" he asks while trying to catch his breath.