Yoko Wednesday Novels & Stories

He finally wakes up with a pufferfish like face and says with determination, “Whitsu wan! WI’m Wedy!” “I can’t understand what you’re saying with that face of yours. Anyhow…” says Yasuhiro and snaps his finger bringing them back to the office in the abandoned building.

After finishing her meal, she writes on the paper given to her. ‘My name is Adrianne. I am in a place called Yord. People who have helped me are Maryn and Thazar. They have kids. They’re all wolves. She writes lines that would let her remember who she is, where she is, and who is with her. She looks down at her clothes looking for anything that she might have brought with her, she checks all her pockets; nothing. She stands and moves into the bathroom and relieves herself. She stands by the sink with a mirror hanging in front. She looks up and sees her wounds healed with light marks reminding her they were there, well-rested brown eyes, dehydrated lips, and black sticky hair on her head. Res

"She performs Wednesday." "Wednesday," I said. Nikki picked up her glass, took a drink, and set it down. "I will do it," she said. I did not say anything in response. There was nothing to say. Nikki had agreed and Wednesday was four days away and the thing we had been working toward for months was now a date on a calendar with a plan attached to it. All four of us in the room knew what Wednesday meant. None of us needed to name it.

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.

Silver fell asleep again, breathing in the pheromones from his alpha. Falcon smiled and turned on the screen. Who the hell was calling at that time in the morning. It was their day off and after working all week they had just wanted to sleep. They hadn't even made love. They had only bathed when they went back to bed. But of course there was always someone who disturbed her tranquility. But when she saw Zacarias's name on the screen, her annoyance eased a bit. "Hey, have you seen what time it is?" He said in a low voice, accommodating Silver and sitting on the bed.

Hell, I'm kind of proud of him anyway. Quincy furrows her eyes. "What's a WAG?" I swallow more beer before answering. "It's an acronym. Stands for wives and girlfriends. That's who usually sit in the boxes. That, and mothers and fathers and kids." "Well, I feel so honored for getting to sit with all the important people." I smile at her. "You're important to me, so...." She stares at me for a moment and bites her lip, neither of us speaking. After a few sexually charged moments, she clears her throat and looks away.