100 Novel(s) Related To The Wait Book

The next day, Edgar waited in a café, his eyes repeatedly darting to his watch. He had been waiting for over an hour, his patience wearing thin. A waitress approached him, her eyes scanning him curiously. A waitress approached, asking, "Sir, would you like a refill on your coffee?" Her tone was polite, but her gaze betrayed a hint of judgment. Edgar was dressed impeccably, exuding an aura of success and wealth. His striking good looks made him stand out, and it was clear that the waitress was puzzled by his lingering presence over a single cup of coffee.

Mother has her faults— a lot of them, actually, but this restaurant is something good to admire her for. I pull my hoodie down even more, hoping that no one would recognize me or my scent. Although the way I smell must have been altered a bit, but still! Before I left the house, I had taken one of my favourite books with me to come and read over here. Fishing into my back pack, I brought it out. The Silent Twin by Caroline Mitchell. An old favourite. A waiter came to my table and stopped. “Ma’am?” “Ma’am? I’m sorry, but you have been here for over fifteen minutes. You cannot stay here for more than ten minutes without ordering a meal. Are you going to order something, please?” He asked politely.

Ernest said. Don looked at him. The look carried the quality of immediate understanding—not the slow arrival at comprehension but the instantaneous recognition that came from having been waiting for something without naming the waiting. Don had known the book would arrive in February. He had known the publisher would send the author's copies ahead of publication. He had not mentioned this. He had not needed to mention it. The waiting had been present in the house as a kind of atmospheric pressure—not spoken, not acknowledged, but felt. They went to the kitchen.

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All I can do is wait and wait until Liam does send me a message. I reach for my book on the bedside cabinet, I’m an avid reader but tonight I open it up and just stare at the pages. So unlike me, especially when it’s the a Colleen Hoover like this one is. Really, I’m not even able to focus on the words, they’re swimming in front of my eyes. Perhaps I ought to swap to an audio book, that might soothe me whilst I wait.

I, on the other hand, was coming up here to pass time. Today was the day that Sarah and I were going shopping. I was looking forward to spending time with her and seeing what kind of person she was. I actually felt bad that it took a year for us to do something like this. Sarah told me that she was going to pick me up from school at 3:30. I had an hour to spare, so I decided to go up to the library to wait. I walk over to the reading books section and took up a book to read. The book that I chose was Eleanor and Park by Rainbow Rowell. This was one of my favourite books, so I know it will help me pass the time. I took a seat at a table by myself and began to read.

Her enthusiasm jolts my hope up, and a smile breaks out onto my face. "You're right....I've got to be positive." The more I think about it, it surely convinces me that indeed, there's a chance and something good might happen after all. Waiting patiently by the shelf, for my order, I think about all the books I've collected over the years and maybe, giving away most of the ones I had stocked in my small basement, back at home. I'd give it up for donation to all people who need it. 'Hello and welcome to the Starlight news, where all the latest gossip and celebrity updates are first heard here..

Some of the caregivers were worried I would get bored, so they would take every opportunity to gossip about the celebrities. One of the caregivers happened to be from my country, and she knew about Elshine Corporation. "I heard that the chairman of Elshine Corporation, Bruno Russell, actually called off his wedding in anger! They say it's all because of a scheming woman who drove away his fiancee. That woman had the nerve to show up in a wedding dress and try to marry him herself! I have a friend of a friend who works at Elshine Corporation. She told me that Mr. Russell works around the clock now. That woman tries so hard to satisfy him, but he completely ignores her!"

He was the top student at Sterling High School, a very outstanding guy. What hurt him most was that the girl he liked really liked that other boy. Year after year, Luther kept telling himself to let her go, that they would never be together in this lifetime. Still, he could not accept it. He had met her first, after all. Like holding a one-way ticket that would never reach its destination, Luther waited for eight years. The pain of longing even drove him to pray at churches again and again. He only wanted one chance, one opportunity to stand before her openly and proudly.

"The promise you made me didn't matter. The career I clawed out for myself didn't matter." "Just like even now, you're still making me wait." I sighed and turned to face Julian. "But I've already married someone else. I have a new life." "So tell me, why should I wait for you?" When I finished, I watched the emotions churning in his eyes, then looked down at my watch. "Don. I should go. I don't want to keep Roman waiting too long." The instant those words landed, Julian took a step back. A furious, broken laugh escaped him, and then he grabbed my wrist, hard.

"I said one year. I'm four years late. Are you still waiting?" I didn't answer. I rose on my toes and kissed his scar. He froze for a second. Then he wrapped his coat around me, pulling me in tight, his chin settling back on top of my head. "Yes," I said. "I'll always wait."

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In the end, Willa can go back to being the CEO of her company, and I'll be the CEO of my own company. I began to feel drowsy as the sunlight bathed me in warmth. I took a bank card out of my bag just as Delilah was about to close the door and said, "I have five million dollars here—no PIN is needed." Delilah was momentarily stunned as she looked at the closed door. She chuckled softly and whispered to herself, "You're actually really treating me like a sugar baby, huh?" … It was finally the day of the cocktail party, and the banquet hall was thick with the mingling scents of champagne and perfume.

Third Person POV At the Smith Group's charity banquet, Jason held Susan's hand and stood under the spotlight, basking in flattery. Suddenly, the screen went black, and a statement appeared on a red background. It was a divorce notice—Charlotte's request to formally sever all ties, issued through her lawyer. Next, a clear ultrasound scan was shown, accompanied by an audio recording. "Take her blood. She's tough, so she won't die from donating some blood." Jason's cold voice echoed through the speakers to every corner of the banquet hall.

I uttered, staring into blank space as I leaned my chin on my knuckles again. ~ Night had fallen, and i was still occupying myself with this particular business book which had caught my fancy for a while, now. I needed to get my mind off the current situation at home, just so I could wait for the next day when things would be resolved, and I would know what’s next. Apparently, waiting until tomorrow seemed like I had to wait for seventy-two hours, so it was only wise to occupy my mind with something interesting, and intriguing. “Do you mind lending me this book once you’re done with it?” I heard a child-like voice from nowhere, and I had to bring down the book from my face to see who was probably at the door.

No one in the audience heard what was said, but they saw it—the way his confident smile froze, then twisted into something unreadable. With a flick of his hand, he dismissed the staffer and turned away. "Mr. Lopez, the wedding's about to start, but the bride still hasn't arrived. Should we check if something's wrong on her end?" His heartbeat pounded in his ears. That uneasy feeling from yesterday? It hadn't left. It had only gotten worse. He pulled out his phone, dialing the number he knew by heart. The call rang. And rang. And rang. Then—click. Call rejected.

“I told you it was an arrangement. I never marked her.” “You still sent me away.” “I asked you to wait. You chose to leave.” Claire rested her hand on his chest. “Don’t argue, Mattew. Georgia, you’ll have meals and a room in the pack house. There’s nothing wrong with accepting help.” “I have a home.” “Then why are you standing here alone with a suitcase?” Mattew asked. “You always said you wanted children. You’d be good with him.” Once, we had stood in an empty room in the pack house and talked about where we would put a crib. He had asked me to wait until he became Alpha before we started a family.

For four years of marriage, Cillian Newberry's catchphrase had always been "wait." Traveling could wait until he wrapped up his work. Celebrating our wedding anniversary could wait until his meeting was over. Visiting my parents back in my hometown could wait until he had the time. Today was my birthday. I made sure to ask him two weeks in advance if he would be home for dinner. After he promised me he would be there, I spent the entire afternoon preparing his favorite dishes and waited for him to come home. However, I waited from six o'clock until nine, but he never showed. Then, an entertainment news broadcast caught my attention. [The CEO of Newberry Corporation was spotted picking up his childhood sweetheart after work! Could this be a case of old flames rekindling their romance?] I subconsciously looked up upon hearing the reporting. The broadcast showed a man holding an umbrella while tightly embracing a woman dressed in light clothing. It was only a few steps from the building entrance to his car, yet he tilted the umbrella toward the woman the entire way, letting the rain soak his own shoulder. Then, I received a text from him. [Something came up. I'll be back in a bit.] I thought I was used to waiting. I thought I was content with waiting quietly at the table for him to come home, as I always had. When I looked at him in his rain-soaked suit on the television, I realized I was done waiting.

I stayed outside with terrible vending machine coffee and a magazine I did not read and the particular suspended quality of a waiting room at one in the morning — that specific nowhere-time where normal rules feel temporarily suspended and everything feels slightly more honest than usual. I thought about Rachel Voss in Denver, asleep in whatever life she had built. About Sandra Marsh, who had kept a photocopy in a drawer for two years because something told her she might need it. About Professor Whitfield cleaning his glasses before saying the words that had been sitting inside him for four years. About Kai in the coffee shop, placing his phone on the table like he was putting down something very heavy. About Patricia, who had said I am genuinely rooting for you and meant it.

"Mr. Johnson, who's Mr. Rivera asking you to check on? Maybe I know them." "Oh, right. You're all from Walden College. It's a woman whose name is Rowena Colson." He even helpfully flipped the printed photo over for me to see. The young woman in the image wore a pale layer of powder, but a dark birthmark clung to her skin like a monstrous claw, impossible to ignore. Ewan was looking for me! The thought lodged in my chest like a thorn, making me increasingly uneasy. So, when I was called into Ewan's office the following noon, I was still a little out of it. While I made his coffee, I could feel the chill in his gaze, threaded with heavy scrutiny.