I'm Done Waiting Novels & Stories

" I wish you were in the next room just like in the guest house. I would have come to meet you... I can't stay away from you. " " Have patience ... There are only 15 days left. " " Only 15??? It is fifteeeen days. " I said and she laughed. " Ok, I am going to sleep now... Good night. ". " Good night...dream about me. I am missing you... Love you ... bye." I said and then I heard roaring laughter. I turned to see all my friends and Sahil were laughing like fools. " It is fifteeeen days love... " Said Mehul.

By the time anyone realises they’re gone, it will be too late. I let out a low chuckle, sipping the whiskey again. Logan Rossi, the great Don, if he is really a Don, feared by so many, was outsmarted by an old man with a bag of toys. He’ll never see it coming. The clock on the wall ticks steadily, marking the hours until morning, each one bringing me closer to the moment I’ve been waiting for. I rise, setting the glass down with a decisive click, and walk to the window, staring out at the long stretch of driveway bathed in moonlight.

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.

“That’s all.” Without giving myself another chance to second-guess the decision… I click Accept.

"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."

When she began to protest, I turned back to the waiter, "Um...What's your name? I need to leave an excellent review in your favor." I had to save him from my mother’s clutches. That was the reason I asked. My mother, being my mum, was going to make that call, with or without Anthony’s consent, so I had to save him. After all, it was really my fault. "I'm Jacob Void." He said and stretched his hand for a handshake. "I'm Fiona Winchester." I said and accepted his handshake, then forgot how to breathe. Control yourself girl, you need sleep and rest. I commanded myself.

We have onboarded the design team, a marketing specialist firm and a whole host of people to help me. “Are you done yet?” I call out to Roxy as I become more and more restless. This waiting is killing me. I stare at the door as if I want to bore holes right through it to read the results myself. She laughs. “You are not a patient, Alpha. Two minutes to go.” “Seriously? I feel like I’ve been waiting for hours.” Truth. It does feel like an extensively long time since I have been sitting here.

* Done sending all the texts, I wait for their replies. Thankfully, their responses all arrive within seconds. Liam: *On my way.* Dylan: *Be there in five.* Adam: *What’s wrong? I am coming.* James: *Coming.* Seeing their replies makes me happy and fills me with the confidence of what I know I am going to do when I see them. I just pray I succeed and that they understand. Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath before I open them and stand up, also shutting down my laptop.

There were only two seats left at the company dinner. One was in the corner, and the other was beside my secret boyfriend of three years, Julian Locke. I had barely taken a step forward when Julian called out to my best friend, Capri Leigh. "Capri, sit here." My coworkers immediately squealed with excitement. The group chat went wild too. "They look so good together. Just seeing them sitting next to each other is a treat!" "Has Mr. Locke ever asked someone to sit with him before?" "I bet he's got a thing for Capri. I don't care. I'm shipping them anyway!" Throughout the dinner, Julian avoided even looking at me to keep people from getting suspicious. Even when a server burned my ha

* I send it and exhale, staring at the screen, waiting for those three dots. But Dre doesn’t reply.