Wednesday Wattpad Novels & Stories

Just talk. Sent. Pulse thundered. Caleb's reply instant. Caleb: I'll be there. Thank you. Ethan powered off phone. Library lights dimmed overhead. Cliffhanger sharp: next Wednesday. Short walk. Talk. No buffers. Truth deepening. Heart racing toward something new. Unstoppable now. Shadows persistent. But walking beside him.

this. Could you listen out for the door?” Taylor calls through. “Sure thing,” I respond. It must be important if someone is calling at this time on a Friday night, so I give him his space, grabbing my e-reader and settling down on the top step to wait for our food. I am so engrossed in my book that the knock on the door startles me. I can hear Taylor talking urgently so I take the food into the kitchen and help myself before putting the rest in the oven to stay warm, too hungry to wait. I am just about finished scoffing down my pad thai when Taylor walks into the kitchen, looking apologetic. “Sorry, Abs, that took longer than I thought.” “No worries. Sorry, I was starving and couldn’t wait,

I then resolved to shoot for the sky even when I have no competition to motivate me. "What are you writing?", I asked, trying to feel less awkward. "I'm writing a story on Wattpad, "The Battle of Wits: War Against Bullies". Would you like to read it and tell me what you think?, It isn't much. Just an author note and the prologue, which I'm writing that I want to publish tonight". "The title sounds cool. I would have asked for the synopsis if not that I don't like spoilers or anything that looks like it. I'm on Wattpad, so I'll read it and drop my review for you in your DM"

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Instead, I was sure she was just biding her time. Anyway, Nate promised we would go away at the weekend if I had 100% attendance in classes this week and I was ensuring he would fulfil that promise. It was now Wednesday and I hadn’t been a minute late to a single class, however listening to Mr Edwards go on and on about ancient werewolf tribes was slowly sending me insane. “Could this class drag anymore?” Archie rolled his eyes, placing his head on my shoulder. I giggled at Archie’s boredom, wrapping my finger through the curly bonnet on his head.

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I wouldn't miss it. Steve: I’ll be there. Whiskey waiting after. Josh: Saved. I want the seat next to you. See you tomorrow. Warmth spread through my chest, mixing with the launch adrenaline. I set the phone down and looked out at the city lights beyond the glass. Tomorrow wasn’t just about the product. It was about showing the world and them what I was capable of when I stopped holding back. And after the applause died down? We’d celebrate the way we knew best.

Sarah POV The soft glow of a Sunday morning filtered through the curtains, painting the room in a warm, inviting light. I lay nestled in the plush comfort of the bed, relishing the rare feeling of utter relaxation. The events of the previous day – the tense confrontation with my father, the unexpected comfort from Adrian – felt like a distant, unsettling dream. My phone buzzed insistently on the bedside table, shattering the peaceful quiet. Groaning, I reached for it, squinting at the bright screen. Ester's name flashed, a beacon of energy I wasn't quite ready for.

Yes it was really really awkward after that, but it didn't take too long either because it was easy for Dwyne to get rid of the awkward atmosphere by just maybe cracking a joke? I still remember when that happened. I think that was Wednesday. Ereyesterday! ***

Taylor On Thursday, I awake from my afternoon catnap slowly sitting up. While I wait for my body to adjust, I snag my phone from the coffee-table. My alerts notify of three Facebook messages, one snap on Snap Chat, and a text from Kennedy. I read the text first, finding Kennedy will be at Madison’s again this evening. I guess Jackson and I will continue working through our fast-food list. I mentally tally she spent four evenings of the last seven with Madison. It seems Madison’s marriage struggles are more than she can handle. I may try to stay awake until Kennedy comes home tonight to get an update on the situation. Maybe I can assist Madison, too.