Wednesday Yoko Novels & Stories

Just as I contemplate taking my frustrations out on my innocent teddy bear—my claws twitching with the urge—there's a knock at the door, pulling me back from my spiraling thoughts. "Enter." The door creaks open, revealing Yoko Suzuki. Her hair is a sleek bob that frames her round cheeks, her eyes slender and calculating, her lips thin with a cleft in her chin that appears when she smiles—though she seldom does. Yoko is one of my many informants, the eyes and ears I have strategically placed throughout the school to ensure nothing escapes my notice. It's a system that's served me well, allowing me to maintain a delicate balance of power, keeping the social hierarchy exactly where it should be

Maya's POV The first international order shipped on a Wednesday. Forty pieces for Yuki in Tokyo, wrapped in tissue paper with the VOSS mark embossed in the corner. The boxes were stacked by the door from eight in the morning. Elena and Sophie packed the pieces while I sat at the cutting table and did not cut anything.

-What did I miss while I was admitted? -Well, not much. I'll bring you up to speed on the car- Silver was convinced that what little he said did not have the same meaning as what she considered little. Zacarias was stirring a test tube with a sample between his fingers without paying much attention to it. He was in a very bad mood and his pheromones kept alphas and omegas away from the laboratory and his face disfigured by a grimace, the betas. He slammed the tube down on the table and tried to do something on the computer but couldn't concentrate. That scene replayed over and over in his mind and it only made him groan.

“You don't have a fever. Why do you appear so fair? Do you want some yogurt?” I ceased my thoughts and looked at the pink container held by him, which was yogurt with a sakura flavor that I enjoyed. In the northwest, there were no sakura trees, and the land where Andros was located was not yet in bloom. Only in the capital, Imperial, was able to secure limited quantities of sakura yogurt on Wednesdays. After trying it five years ago, I never forgot the taste. It was delicious. Ever since, Julian had bought it for me every Wednesday. He spent five years in a row without missing ten days or weeks.

She stopped in front of the table and poked the girl on the head. It distracted the girl and she looked up. The little girl stood up immediately. “Kiyo nee-chan!” Kiyo smiled. “Hi, Kiyoko-chan.” Shitone made a sound like ‘ammh’ to the little girl, and the girl giggled and took Shitone’s small hands. “Shi-chan, how are you? You look beautiful today.” Shitone replied her with baby words. “Are you doing homework?” Kiyo asked Kiyoko. Kiyoko nodded. “Yes. It’s monstrology.”

The Crack in the Mirror Friday night, May 15, 2027 (Two weeks before the end of sophomore year) The Hanamaki exchange trio have been making our lives gloriously chaotic for four months. Aki and Riku turned the wrestling team into a supernatural arms race. Kayo somehow became student-council vice-president in three weeks and has been flirting with every rule in the handbook just to watch the faculty panic. Tonight was supposed to be the first calm Friday in forever: no revenants, no Hollow Choir remnants, no oni trying to drag me into a drinking contest under the bleachers.

Something compelled her to look at her bedside table and her gaze fell onto the calendar that sat next to the photo frame on her table, next to her alarm clock. Yuri spotted the red circle around October twenty-fourth. Her face fell slightly when she remembered what that day was. ‘That’s right,’ thought Yuri to herself, glancing at the photo frame, focusing on the image of her mother as she did so. ‘Today is kaa-san’s birthday.’ * * * * The streets of Kabukicho in Shinjuku were rather silent that day as Yuri took a path that she had taken only a few times a year to her current destination. Yet, the silence of the streets wasn’t an uneasy silence.

she dipped her head while still seated, hair flapping up and down like a flag. "It's fine." I was slightly annoyed, everyone was leaving out their hobbies except for one but if they didn't feel comfortable sharing, nor cared to share, I didn't want to force them. It's not that important... still it would be nice to learn more about them since I'll be working with them. Am I being unreasonable? The last girl was the tallest, she had long curly bleached white hair. "Hayashida Yoriko. Drums." "..." So this is how they're going to be? Fine.

Kyoto, Japan "Please, come with us. You haven't even named your son yet. What if something happens to you?" Natasha pleaded, holding his husband's hand tightly while the other wrapped around her bump protectively. Lightning flashing, thunder erupting. Her voice was weak against the howling wind and through the torrential downpour.

"No, you don't understand. I think about you constantly. I want to see you again. I need to see you again. Soon. Without the other girls." "I'd like that too Josie." "I was hoping you'd say that. OK, our first Yoga Women's Club meeting is Wednesday at 6:00 PM. Can you make it?" "Sure can." "Great. Don't expect to be walking the next day." "That's intriguing." "Just kidding. I need you to save some energy for me." "I can't wait, Josie." "Me too. I've been thinking. FuMita. I want that. Big time."