Can I Wait Forever Novels & Stories

I had been secretly dating Vito, heir to the Carlisi family, for five years, yet we never went public. He said he had too many enemies, so he didn’t want me to become a target for assassination. On our fifth anniversary, I overheard a conversation from the study: "Vito really has a way with women. He even got Bianca, the Rossi family principessa, to keep their relationship secret for five years." "Sia is coming back soon. When she sees you showing up with Bianca, she's probably kicking herself right now." Sia was his childhood sweetheart, the one who had left the country after he chose someone else. The next day, Vito took me to Sia's birthday banquet just as expected, putting on a show of a

Only light. Only waiting.

Not free. Just waiting.

No more endings. Just forever.

Eventual—eventual correction. From isolation. For lifetime. Believing. Waiting. Maintaining—maintaining faith in karma that would deliver—deliver what she couldn't. Forever. **To be continued**

The tiny, folded slip of paper , Ethan Grant’s phone number , had become my personal religion. For fourteen agonizing days, it had lived tucked deep inside the stitching of my uniform apron, a burning coal against my skin. Two weeks. I had survived two weeks of perfect silence, two weeks of scrubbing floors and polishing secrets, pretending the warm pressure of his lips on my cheek had been nothing but a fever dream.

"I will wait for you, my love. Even if it takes an eternity I will wait." ______________________________________

Maybe not. But his face invaded my mind and it all rushed back. It’s been about a week, still every day I wake up with a hope of seeing his name in the notification panel. Does break ups always shatter you this bad? Perhaps I am a novice to this game of hearts, that my lack of knowledge makes me feel like burning in hell.

Her face went red and my wolf made a happy sound inside. “You know what I mean,” she said quiet. “I do.” I put my glass down and moved closer. “I wake up the same. Wanting you. Hurting because we wait.” She stopped breathing for a second. “Dane...” “I am not pushing. We said wait.” I put her hair behind her ear. “But when you are ready, I will be here. No matter how long.” “What if it is forever?” “I will wait forever.” Her eyes got wet. “How are you so good at waiting? Your wolf must be mad.”

Waiting. This was not over.