Wednesday Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"Can we get out of here now?" Wes nodded, pulling his keys out. "Whatever you want." I headed to the passenger side, opening the door when Wes stopped me. "Fia?" I turned to look at him, a questioning look on my face. "For the record, your the best friend and best fake-girlfriend anyone could wish for." - Later that evening, I was sitting in the kitchen attempting to write my speech for the wedding but I was making zero progress. Stefan had taken Wes out to some local pub, saying they were going to have a boys night to watch the game.

"I don't know what they said, Jonah seems to be particularly sad." William's voice was a little proud, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth: "It must be that Jonah wanted her to go back again, but she refused." "Then you should be very happy, right?" The subordinate said with a smile, showing his sharp canine teeth: "After all, you have been secretly in love with Luna Harper for so many years!" "You talk too much!" William kicked him unhappily, and his movements were as agile as a wolf pouncing on its prey.

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.

Romansata said while looking at Lincoln, hoping he would go against her expectations and carry their daughter. Surprisingly, Lincoln crutched down and picked Wednesday into his arm as he stared at her with a rather....pitiful gaze. He pitied the girl instead, he was like that because of what he heard from Romansata about Wednesday having a hole in her heart. She was too young to be surviving from such. Since Romansata was once a human who was converted due to birth, Wednesday was half vampire and half Human. He wondered if he was the father of Wednesday but seeing the resemblance made him doubt.

She held on to Shira and rubbed soothing circles on her back. “Hush, darling. What's wrong” “I just want him better, Mom,” Shira sobbed. “I don't want him to be this way anymore.” “It's okay dear, that's enough. Hush child,” Mrs Williams said in a soothing voice. *** “What did you say?” “She doesn't work on Wednesdays, Sir.” The tall black woman repeated. “Oh, right.” Cole said in a distracted tone. “Get me a glass of wine then, the usual.”

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

Please answer the question before I castrate you ;) Was that so difficult? How about Friday , the days shorter nd we can take you to Zack's house straight after school Okey dokey... Bye __________________________ Vote Comment Author's Notes kinda bore me... ~T

He remembered. I just finished a rough draft, I write back. Thanks to my friend Amina. She came over to help. Good friend. The best. What are you doing? Sitting in the architecture studio. Supposed to be working on my final project. Not working on my final project. What are you doing instead? A pause. The three dots appear. Disappear. Appear again. Thinking about Wednesday. My breath catches. I stare at the words. He is thinking about Wednesday. About me.

“I love Wednesdays…” Glen sniffed. That day was the same as any other day for everyone, except for Will. Over the past few days, he was beginning to realize, after the kiss, that he could never go back to the way things were between him and Una. He tried to clear off the tension he was feeling inside, but nothing worked, and Glen’s STD scare had gotten old and was no longer effective as he found himself leaning closer to her. Like all every time he would see her, his pent-up feelings would automatically bubble up to the surface.

The practice wedding dinner? Before I overthink the repercussions, I grabbed my cell and texted her. "I miss our silly banter, Freckles." Cringy. I know, but it's sent, and I can finally shut my eyes and drift off to sleep. Tomorrow holds some promises. Tristan Thompson moves away. The couple returns for a final wedding showdown. And the mystery woman. Once at the bottom, now on top. **** I've let myself go. Afternoon naps? That's the height of this.