Just You Wait Book Novels & Stories

He’d made a reservation but when we got there the table wasn’t ready and the owner said it would be twenty minutes. James looked panicked for a second, like he’d ruined everything. “I’m sorry, I should’ve—” “Twenty minutes is fine,” I said. “We can wait.” He blinked. “You’re not mad?” “Why would I be mad? We’re not in a hurry, remember?” His shoulders dropped. “Right. Right. Not in a hurry.” We ended up browsing the bookstore while we waited. He picked up a poetry book and read me a line about “women who survive themselves.” I pretended I wasn’t affected but I bought the book anyway. He pretended not to notice.

“Bleiz, by the time you see this letter, I will have already left. As for where I went, I don’t know either, but you won’t find me. As for why I left, the reason is simple: I don’t want to wait anymore.” “I don’t understand. How much longer do I have to wait for you to take me away? Will you one day lie to me and say that I have to wait for your and Mona’s child to grow up, get married, and have children, or wait until you’ve grown old with her before you leave with me?” “Bleiz, my youth is also limited. I don’t want to continue waiting for you based on an empty promise that has no end in sight. Let’s say goodbye here. We will never meet again.”

"Why? This is such a good opportunity for you." I smiled helplessly. "I know, but I'm not a saint—I can't remain neutral." I was afraid that I might not be able to hold myself back from ruining Francesca with my writing.

That night, Matthew sat on the kitchen floor until morning. It was the first time he had ever looked so defeated. In the past, no matter how late he came home, there was always a light waiting for him. There was always someone sitting on the couch, quietly waiting for him. That was all gone. The big house felt empty, and he was the only one left waiting for daylight. The next morning, Matthew did not bother to change his clothes. He went straight to the office.

A faint smile broke through her tear-streaked face as she whispered through her sobs, "Thank you." After that, she looked up Cameron online, then spent the next two weeks waiting outside Cameron's residential area, only for him to never appear even once. That night, Bianca was dead set on waiting for Cameron. He was a no-show as dawn broke, though, so she despondently trudged down the street, the biting wind whipping at her face. She felt no pain, though, only the suffocating pressure in her chest, as if something inside her was collapsing.

Aunt Theresa walked me to security and stopped behind the barrier. “Call me when you land,” she said. “I will.” I passed through security and entered the waiting area alone. Boarding had not started yet, so I found a seat beside the window. Outside, runway lights blinked steadily through the dark. My phone rested in my hand. The number was gone now, disconnected, and Sebastian had no way to call me. Still, I made the mistake of opening an old social media account I had not touched in years. Notifications flooded the screen, but I ignored all of them until I saw the newest message request.

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.

My mother's voice shook with pure rage on the other end: "You stupid girl! You followed him for eight years, killed so many people in his shadow—isn't today exactly what you've been waiting for? Now that her scam is exposed, Lucius lost his leverage over the heir. He can only rely on you to steady the ship! He'll never be able to hold his head up high in front of you again. You'll be his true wife, the undisputed Donna of the Corleone family! If you play hard to get and don't come back now, once he recovers, you won't see the gates of Palermo for the rest of your life!" I hung up the phone. Eight years. I did wait for eight years. But I wasn't waiting for his guilt, nor was I waiting for tha

The book is yet to happen, I am yet to arrive, wrongs are yet to set themselves right, wounds are yet to be healed. A lot can happen over coffee– the punch-line in the Café Coffee Day counter in the airport was treachery at its best! Nothing had actually happened! After two cappuccinos, the punch-line surfaced as a smirk – “Go, see, feel and touch your genitals while you pee. Nothing else’s really going to happen! It’s your Waiting for Godot moment. So wait.”

Two years into my marriage with Luca Mancini, I'd gotten used to waiting. Wait until the accounts were settled—then he'd take me on our honeymoon. Wait until the family meeting was over—then he'd celebrate our anniversary with me. Wait until his men were taken care of—then he'd call the private doctor to see me. I knew how hard it was to sit in the Don's seat, so I never cried or made a scene about it. I even took half the work off his shoulders without being asked. Because of my patience and all the times I stepped back, things between us finally softened. When he was exhausted, he'd lean his head on my shoulder, kiss my forehead, and say: "My Donna, once this busy season is over, I promise