I'll Wait Novels & Stories

Then, another encrypted text popped up: "Rhea, please don't make a scene right now. I'm just giving Sienna a title. I postponed our wedding because I wanted to give you a bigger ceremony at the right time." The right time? I had heard that lie for eight years. I stayed by his side, watching him go from a hunted stray dog to the most feared Don in Palermo. I waited nearly three thousand nights. I waited for him to slide that ruby ring onto my finger before the priest. I waited for him to put my name beside his in front of all Sicily. And in the end, he gave that place to someone else. Lucius, I'm done waiting for you. We were never from the same world anyway.

I walked towards him not before stopping a few steps from him. “You are back.” he made a disapproving voice in the back of his throat. Slowly, I make my way towards him, eating the remaining distance between us. The song was fading but we could still hear the girl singing, her voice was crystal clear. (But every day, I still wait) I still wait for you (But every day, I still wait) I still wait for you (But every day, I still wait) I still wait for you I still wait for you

What are you waiting for? Love me like you do, la-la-love me like you do (like you do) Love me like you do, la-la-love me like you do (yeah) Touch me like you do, ta-ta-touch me like you do What are you waiting for? I'll let you set the pace 'Cause I'm not thinking straight My head's spinning around I can't see clear no more What are you waiting for? Love me like you do, la-la-love me like you do (like you do)

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 pickin

At school, I had a nickname. They called me "Mister Wait-Your-Turn." I waited for the sneakers my brother had grown tired of, the backpack my sister thought was ugly, and the phones my parents had already cracked the screens of. Even when it came to taking a shower, I had to wait until everyone else was done. A week ago, Mom had promised me, "On the day of your college entrance exam, you won't have to wait your turn for the shower." So when I finally stumbled into the bathroom, drenched in sweat and smelling awful, I thought my turn had finally come. I was halfway through working up a lather when someone started pounding on the door. "Come out. Let your brother go in." My eyes stung,

Isla spent the following days wrapped in a haze of contemplation, the silence of her apartment an ever-present reminder of the choice she had to make. She could still hear Killian’s words echoing in her mind: *“I’ll wait for you, for however long it takes.”* The sincerity in his voice, the rawness of his vulnerability, was something she hadn’t anticipated. It made her question everything—everything about the life she had believed she had built without him, everything about the way she had started to see herself.

C. ​I sat there waiting for his reply while I shut down the computer. ​Will: Did something happen? Are you okay? W. ​

“Give it time, Vaelin.” “Hmm, if you say so, I’ll wait for your answer. But just so you know, I’ll keep coming back until I hear it, and I won’t accept a no. So, better make it a yes.” He said with a small smile. “But can you tell me how long I’ll have to wait?” He added. “A second.” “A second? What does that mean?” “It means you’re getting your answer right now.” “Then what’s it gonna be?”

In the east corridor Raze's radio clicked once, his signal, nothing verbal, the click that meant I see it and I'm holding, and I felt something move in my chest that was not operational and I managed it and kept my eyes on the screen. Four minutes became seven. Seven became nine. The waiting had a specific quality. Not the waiting of uncertainty, I knew what they were doing, I knew what I was doing, I knew the compound's response to every action they could take from that position. The waiting was harder than uncertainty. Uncertainty had an excuse for stillness. Knowing exactly what to do and choosing not to do it yet required something different, something that lived in the gap between readi

Aaron met her eyes. He didn’t nod. He didn’t shake his head. He looked away. Later, when Mark stepped outside to take a call, Lily leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes. “Do you ever feel like you’re trying to convince yourself of something?” she asked quietly. Aaron’s chest tightened. “Yes.” Her eyes opened. “What do you do about it?” He hesitated. “I wait. I see if the feeling changes.” “And if it doesn’t?” “Then I listen to it.”