Cast Of Waiting For God Novels & Stories

Gary was in a panic, running to every connection he had, begging and groveling to borrow money. He wasn't the only one freaking out about my upcoming marriage alliance. Melissa showed up at my doorstep. If it weren't for the security guards holding her back, she'd have stormed right in. Her eyes were bloodshot, and she was teetering on the edge of a breakdown. "You're getting married? Who are you marrying? Leonel, I won't let you marry someone else!"

Even though I waited by the venue entrance for a long time, I still couldn't manage to get a cab. My phone rang. It was Sandra. Her voice was icy as she spoke. "Why aren't you home yet?" I stayed quiet. If this was before, I would've questioned her right away. However, right now I wasn't quite sure what to say to her. Sandra got a little irritated. "Did you turn mute, Lincoln Huntsworth?" "I'm at the concert venue entrance," I said. Sandra turned quiet, as if she'd suddenly remembered that she'd promised to go to the concert with me.

As soon as the busy tone came from the other end, his face instantly went pale. "Sir, this is an invalid number," he stuttered, cold sweat rolling down his forehead. What kind of wedding would this be if the bride went missing?! "This can't be happening!" Bruno's brows furrowed; he snatched the phone from his assistant and checked it himself. Sure enough, the screen clearly read, "This number is not in service. Please check the number and dial again." By now, guests were already arriving at the venue one after another. They consisted of well-regarded individuals from various industries. If Aelia dared to throw a tantrum or cause a scene at this critical juncture, Bruno would never forgive he

“I have one more favor to ask. Can you get Mateo to look into a woman named ‘Brooklyn Eversteen’? Apparently she is Vincent’s fiance.” “Youch. You might want to steer clear of that, Vincent’s women tend to be forward and determined.” Landon clenched his fists to restrain from lashing out at his brother. “Just have him check on it, okay? The circumstances seem a little suspicious.” Levi grunted. “Fine.” “I’ve got to go, Levi, but I’ll give you updates tomorrow. And don’t worry about me, I’m doing just fine.” Levi grunted. “Keep me in the loop. I will send Patrick again if you slack on your communication. We need to take the Arroyos down.”

“Wait, wasn’t this supposed to go to you? Why is the person in charge listed as the chauffeur's daughter?” When Lucas and I compared everything, realization hit me instantly. It was no wonder Vivian had been acting so arrogantly. She had been using my identity all along, pretending to be the wealthy heiress. I briefly explained the situation. Lucas became furious and insisted on teaching them a lesson. I simply waved my hand. “There’s no need to do so. Just withdraw the contract.” He stared at me in surprise. “Lydia, you’re really giving him up? You won’t regret it?”

The woman’s name was Hailey Young. Like Rhode, she was also a celebrity, but she was not as famous as her. Jocelyn remembered her name because of a popular drama that she was watching recently. Hailey was acting as one of the evil side characters in the drama. Some of the designers in the design department kept discussing her role in the drama. Jocelyn nodded at Rhode and said, “Alright, Miss Ginn. Follow me to the reception room so that we can discuss your requests and thoughts. If everything’s fine, we can sign the contract!”

A commotion erupted outside the storage room. Footsteps scrambled in every direction, people dragging things, voices hissing "clean it up, hurry." I pushed myself up, crawled to the iron door, and pressed my ear against it. Low voices drifted in from the hallway. "Don brought a lot of people this time. Heard he's in a mood." "When's he ever in a good mood? Been looking for someone for three years and still nothing—you'd be in a mood too." "Who's he even looking for? What woman's worth all this trouble?"

Smith was brought out of musings when he heard someone calling his name. He turned and found a man, probably in late-thirties or early-forties, standing behind him. He was wearing an elegant dark grey suit that was tailored to perfection and probably cost more than Smith’s whole month’s salary. He was standing with one hand in his pocket, waiting for his reply. He was tall and well-built and definitely exuded a charm akin to someone holding a high post in the British government.

All to fulfill his twisted sense of "duty." Now, I was done. I was done waiting for the man who only ever needed "ten minutes" but never came back. The banquet hall was buzzing. Pack elders were still raising their glasses, celebrating me. The joy in their eyes was so blinding it made me want to run. The exact moment Julian completely disappeared from view, my phone lit up. It was a text from my mentor at the Werewolf Healer Association: "Harper, the Lead Healer position at the Northern Headquarters is only open for tonight. Have you made your decision?"

I wait patiently for Keith to show up. We'd made plans to go watch a movie tonight and I must say , I'm looking forward to it. We'd texted back and forth in the afternoon, and he'd suggested that we go out for a movie tonight. Now here I am, still waiting for him. I know that he's a bit late and I have no doubt he might be tied up at work. I just hope he'll be able to make it because if he doesn't, no doubt I'll be a little disappointed but I'll still understand. He is a busy man.