Tranquility By Tuesday Novels & Stories

He was feeling sorry for Betty and Felix. "NOOOOO!!!!" The loud screaming voice of Betty was echoed inside the hospital when she shouted and mourned in pain. The sound of her loud scream made even the heaven shared her pain by giving a thunder crashing with a very bright lightning outside the hospital. The very nice weather turn into a dark clouds with a bad weather, it's like the heaven was also sharing the pain that Betty and Felix were feeling at that moment.

Alice entered the massage room, her senses immediately enveloped by the soothing ambiance. The space was dimly lit, with soft, golden light emanating from small sconces on the walls. The gentle sound of a waterfall played in the background, mingling with the faint aroma of essential oils—lavender, eucalyptus, and hints of citrus. The masseuse, a serene woman with a calming presence, greeted Alice with a warm smile. “Good afternoon, Mrs. Sanders. My name is Lila, and I’ll be your masseuse today. You’ve selected a full-body relaxation massage, correct?”

I continued driving, the noise from the party spilling through the phone, a stark contrast to the quiet hum of the car. "Are you still there, Tyra?" Trisha's voice, tinged with concern, broke through the noise. I cleared my throat, trying to calm the butterflies in my stomach. "Ah, yeah," I replied, my voice a little shaky. "Can we talk some other time? I'm driving right now." "Oh! I'm so sorry! Drive safely, Tyra. See you soon!" Trisha said, her voice suddenly warm and reassuring. The call ended, leaving me alone with the quiet hum of the car and the echoing questions swirling in my mind.

I wasn't worried that Shawn would investigate because I had already registered an empty shell company through Kelly's connections. I was confident that Shawn would take the bait, and sure enough, he called me the same evening, "Why should I trust you?" I replied, " Whether or not you trust me is your choice. However, if you pass up on this opportunity, you might not come across another one like it. Just to clarify, I'm doing this as a favor for someone I know, and you happen to be a suitable match. "The auditions will be on the 32nd floor of the Central Trade Building. It will start in two days. Whether you come or not is entirely your decision."

“But that meant you were going to have to argue those two for hours. Time is of essence, Kara, and we really had another meeting after that. I only intervened because I knew we needed to get you all out of there quickly.” “Oh, okay,” I replied, flustered for having that misunderstanding. “I’m sorry.” Axel smiled. “Don’t be. When are you sending in the designs?” “Tomorrow morning. I just need to polish them up just a little bit and create a few more sample color schemes before sending them.” “Great, I’m sure Terra’s looking forward to it.” That evening before leaving work, I closed my work computer after making sure everything was saved, locked my office, and left.

Miles Davis crooned low from within the speakers, something slow, sax-heavy, and mellow enough to stave off the rage from rising too soon. I needed stillness. Some semblance of peace to quiet the volcano bubbling just under the surface. Ever since Liana’s name started making rounds again, since that cursed gala night, when everything I’d buried started clawing its way back to the surface, I hadn’t slept more than three hours a night.

He looked me in the eyes for a few moments before asking, "What's wrong, Babe?" "I'm sorry, I just had a lot on my mind. A lot is happening all at once." "I know that's why we have nights like tonight. To take a break from all of it and let it go for a moment. Just let go of it. It will be there in the morning, Babe. Make love to me. Be with me here, now." "You're right." I smiled at him and pushed him forward and onto his back, then rode him as if I hadn't a care in the world.

🎶 I've found peace in your violence can show me there's no point in trying, I'm that one and I've been silent for so long 🎶 SILENCE- MARSHMELLO FT KHALID. It's Saturday, and its my shift at Tucker's. Six to Ten PM is just the best time at this place. Aside from the steady and slightly crowded nature of this building, every other thing seems cool. The first two hours of the shift I'm behind the counter, the last two am waiting tables.

They moved together with a fierce, telepathic rhythm, completely uninhibited, celebrating their empire in the rawest, most passionate way possible. Two hours later, wrapped in the quiet, comfortable afterglow of their passion, they were getting dressed to head back to her brownstone. Xavier was buttoning his shirt, while Selah stood by his desk, adjusting her hair in the mirror, her expression soft and glowing with an unmatched peace. On the corner of the desk, the secure, unified Knight-Monroe tablet gave a quiet, low-priority hum. Selah glanced down at it, her fingers swiping the screen. It was a standard, automated notification from their secure compliance vault—the one Damaris and Marcus

"It's better than happy. Happy is a spike. Content is a plateau." "I like plateaus. They are flat. Easy to defend." "You're hopeless." "I am yours." "Yeah. You are." Atlas barked. Once. Short. Sharp. "What is it?" Elion asked. "Squirrel?" "No," Cale said. "He is announcing the day." "It's a grey day." "It is a Tuesday," Cale said. "Is it?" "Yes." Cale touched his wrist. Zero marks. "Just a Tuesday," Cale said. And for the first time in three hundred years, he didn't check the exits.