Wednesday Personality Novels & Stories

The more I get to know her, the more I’m able to clearly see her kindness. “You know, I never thought that you were this kind of person in the very beginning.” Mimi was startled. “What kind of person am I in your eyes?” “Right now… In my eyes, you seem like a very nice person who’s got a very stubborn temper. However, you grow soft very easily. You’ve got a unique kind of stubbornness. You will fight through no matter how hard it gets, as long as it’s something that you’ve set your mind on. That’s the personality trait that I admire about you the most,” Zeke said in a gentle voice.

space because he literally has bought most of it Personality Traits: Brilliant but impatient with incompetence Calculated risk-taker (sometimes to a fault) Genuinely curious about people if they're interesting Terrible at small talk; would rather sit in silence Dark humor that makes people uncomfortable Protective of people he loves, to the point of obsessiveness Struggles with emotional expression (shows love through action, not words)

Just a few more days. That’s it. Wednesday… I’m out. And I can’t wait.

…bastard really hung up on me? I sit in silence for a full minute, scowling at the wall like it’s responsible for my misery. What Henrik said really bothers me. Standards? Personality? I have those! I want a woman who makes me laugh and has the kind of body that gives me a hard-on when I’m supposed to be listening to her talk about her day. Personality? Please. I have so much personality that I’m not legally allowed in plain shirts. “Personality,” I mutter out loud, testing the word. It sounds like a disease. Or a protein shake flavor. Nobody wants that. They want shoulders and abs. And I want a woman who—

He left without another word. Diva gasped, realizing something. A train of thoughts burned through her mind. He answered all my questions with hardly any words. He didn't ask me about anything back. He doesn't like my company. He likes to be alone. Oh, my god! Her eyes widened, when the reality hit her head, he’s an introvert! Out of all the possible personalities, how did my husband turn out to be an introvert?? ★★★ "Sir, I have arranged an interview for tomorrow as you ordered," spoke Blaze’s executive assistant through the phone.

Which is what I'm doing on this new day. Wednesday is my chance to recover the week. I refuse to let it go down as crappy as it started. Vincent was wishy-washy at best and his refusal to answer any of my questions or talk to me about our non-relationship was absolutely grating on my nerves. I wouldn't let it happen again. I've sat around and let him stomp his feet and act ridiculous long enough. It was time for me to take charge.

BRIELLE Wednesdays. That time of the week that stuck right in the middle, giving you hope… telling you that the weekend will be here soon. I liked Wednesdays. I mean, not as much as I did Fridays, but you get my drift. Dylan was supposed to be returning from his trip today, and honestly speaking, that had been the highlight of my week. True, we spoke on the phone at the least chance we got, but it still wasn’t the same as seeing him in the flesh.

His eyes trail back to Millan until his brain catches up and he looks at the clock again. The 21st of March. Weston used to apprehend that day, to fear it. Since his parent’s death, his friends and the Council have come to accept this day as Weston’s day off. He would spend it at his parents’ grave, avoiding talking to anyone. He would hate how that day had the power of turning him into the opposite of who he really is; an antisocial, depressed, unapproachable Head Alpha. But this year… He hadn’t even realized it was today.

A hotel that Wednesday wouldn't be caught dead in. Wednesday was the kind of person who drove a BMW and wore designer labels even to the grocery store. The thought of her showing up at this run-down place made Ambelyn's cheeks burn with shame. "I'll be there in twenty minutes," Wednesday said, her tone clar and urgent. "Don't go anywhere."

LENA It was a Wednesday. I want to be precise about this because the Wednesday quality of it matters, not a significant day, not the particular and weighted day of a Sunday dinner or a foundation meeting or any of the specific and notable occasions that had accumulated since September. A Wednesday in the third week of November, the particular and ordinary quality of a midweek evening, the specific and unremarkable shape of a day that had been a working day and was becoming a working night. The foundation documents had expanded.