Wednesday X Enid Novels & Stories

They were all nice, but I didn’t need them anymore. Fireworks lit up the night sky, filling the air with warmth and celebration. I glanced at the calendar and realized it was almost time for the new year. With the fireworks, a new year and a new life began for Enid Winter.

Enid also decided to partner with Kane Global, making it a standard foundation. On a crisp Saturday morning Alexander and Enid drove out of the city in silence at first the kind of silence that no longer needed filling. The cemetery lay on a gentle hill outside the city limits surrounded by ancient oaks and winter-bare fields. The grave marker was simple gray granite catching the pale sunlight. Flora Adeyemi Beloved daughter, friend and mother. Forever in our hearts Alexander knelt first placing a bouquet of white lilies and soft pink roses at the base of the stone. Enid crouched beside him shoulder brushing shoulder steady as always. Neither spoke immediately. The wind moved through the bra

Third Person's POV Trista blinked in surprise. "Wait, the Blackthorn pack? One of the big eight?" Xander nodded. "Alpha Edwin had a shotgun wedding. He's back in L.A. to throw this massive bash, mostly to show off his new Luna to everyone." A shotgun wedding? If Trista remembered correctly, Edwin was pushing fifty. Seeing her brow furrow into a knot, Xander laughed and gave her forehead a playful flick. Trista pulled back, rubbing her head. "Xander, is it for the reason I think it is?"

This place had always intimidated me—too loud, too full of people who never looked twice at me unless it was to laugh. Tonight, they were looking. Really looking. I felt naked under it. Exposed. Like they could peel back the black dress and diamonds and see the girl who’d cried on a bathroom floor not even twenty-four hours ago. My steps slowed as anxiety clawed up my spine. Then I saw her. Enid stood near the front row, draped in Willow-Hills colors, her blonde hair perfectly styled, her laughter ringing sharp and rehearsed. She was mid-sentence, smiling brightly at a group of girls clustered around her.

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."

I opened it. Looking forward to seeing Adrian today. I have exciting news about Wednesday's shipment. Much larger operation. You'll need to bring Elena - I want to meet the woman behind the man. 2 PM Wednesday. Both of you. My blood went cold as I showed Adrian the message. His face went pale. "He wants me there too," I said. "Wednesday." "I'll need a wire." "Elena—" "We don't have a choice." Adrian's hand went to his chest, to the device hidden there. "First we survive today," he said. "Then we worry about Wednesday."

Thursdays dragged at Everglades, and this one dragged more than any other Wes had endured. While he was used to there being fewer customers on these days, he usually didn't mind as much because it gave him plenty of time to play grab ass with Noel. Any other Thursday, Wes would have been praying for an empty bar, but today, he desperately prayed for Everglades to be full of patrons. The quietness would only make things more awkward with Noel. He had agreed to talk to Jake, but he had no idea what he would say to the man. The entire situation seemed stranger than fiction and Wes didn't do fiction.

When he walks me to my door we stand there a moment longer than necessary, the way we always do now, and he says goodnight in a voice that means considerably more than that and I go inside and lean against the closed door and think about sweetheart and nearly home and the way he said both like they were things he’d been carrying for a while. I fall asleep still thinking about it. ----- Wednesday is ordinary. That’s the thing. It’s just a normal Wednesday. No gala. No appearance. No Victor schedule. Adrian texts in the morning about a Knight Corporation thing he needs my opinion on, which has become normal somehow,

But my foot halts as Enid walks towards me from the opposite direction, a wide smile sliding to the corner of her lips. She's changed into her outfit for the night and I must admit, it looks incredible and perfect for a Luna. It is a deep crimson gown with intricate silver stitching along the collar, hugging her perfectly and making her look healthy, vibrant, and completely ready to step into the spotlight. The pale, sickly look she had at the hospital is completely gone, replaced by a glowing, triumphant expression.

Hashtags like #TheLegendOfCyrus, #HowIsThatGuyOutOfComa, and #SkylarCyrus spread everywhere. I saw the directors' jaws slacken. No one had expected the Sothisby heiress to be involved with a figure like Cyrus. "Thank you all for attending my fiancée's event," he said in a magnetic baritone. "I would like to take this opportunity to announce a full partnership between the Brennan Group and Sothisby & Co. beginning today. Our marriage will serve as the foundation of this partnership." The crowd rose in a standing ovation. Those who had mocked me moments earlier now turned to me with overly warm smiles.