Lazy Waver Novels & Stories

He looked tired, but there was no sign of him turning off the computer and ending his work. Outside, the sky was a silvery grey, mirroring the state of his mind. He couldn’t shake off a weariness from a source he couldn’t name. The day felt longer than usual and the pile of documents in front of him was testing the focus that had long since slipped away. Wade let out a weary breath. He closed the final file just as there was a knock on the door. “Come in,” he said. Rocky entered cautiously, carrying a thick, cream-coloured envelope embossed with the raised seal of the Noctilux Pack. “I just received this,” said Rocky, handing it over. “A wedding invitation.”

Weaver dismissed with a wave of his hand, begging to talk under their breath as they looked at the spikes in the bag. Sawyer nodded and headed back up the stairs to his office, sinking into his chair with a sigh as he felt heavy fatigue sit heavy in his bones. He rubbed a hand over his face before Leaning back in his chair, convincing himself that a quick nap was just what he needed. The office door was opened and the smell of fresh baked goods permeated the open building space as a young man with dark floppy hair and nice brown eyes the colour of fall leaves walked in with two boxes of pastries. He closed the heavy door behind him and then called out to the office. “I have Weaver’s pastrie

Because I never thought that anything in this world is capable of pushing him to this level. Is he really angry because this person has tried to slander me?! Every single day, when I try to convince myself that there might be no future for me and Ethan together, he makes me fall a little more for himself… “L- Liam… Mr. Liam Waverly has given me this tip and said that it will be the biggest break of my career. He said… he said that he will help me with my other breaks too, if I come here, he will arrange everything and I just have to ask the list of questions he has given to me and he would be sorting everything out for me.”

Are you the king of our world? "No," Matter smiled. - I'm from another world. Your Guide has already exhausted its twenty-four transitions. He is very strong, which is why the First Ones could not break him. “Then why did she ask for your blood?” So you're still a conductor? “You could say that…” Matzher said reluctantly. – Sometimes, very rarely, almost never, the Guide, who has made the twenty-fifth Transition, does not complete his Path and does not lose his accumulated strength, but moves on. Such units, they are called Wanderers, their strength continues to grow with each Transition….

“Yeah, baby. The problem is, he’s not ogling at me. he’s ogling at you, and he might think of you naked. I’m a man, and I know what we think most of the time.” “C’mon. Leave the waiter alone, and I’m famished. And what exactly you’re thinking most of the time?” “You don’t wanna know. I’m still pissed.” “Can you give us time alone, please?” She talks to the perv waiter and the waiter leaves. “We just get married less than an hour ago, and you’re acting like a jealous husband.”

The Harlow residence blazed with lights as maids busied themselves preparing the venue for tomorrow. I was sitting in the study when lines of text suddenly appeared before my eyes, scrolling rapidly with a kind of manic excitement. [Is the protagonist blind? She doesn't want such a good man and insists on that piece of trash?] [Tonight is the finale! That vicious supporting male character, Drake Weston, needs to exit the story already.] [As long as Drake and the fake heiress sleep together and the media catches them, the protagonist won't be able to go through with this marriage!]

The girl was like a sister to him, as were all the girls who worked for him at the gym. Drake stood and raised his arms toward the ceiling, stretching and hoping like hell to figure out how to stop feeling so lazy. It was due to staying up late making love to Sicily, or maybe it was her cooking. "Stop worrying. The first of the year is coming. People always wake up around New Year's and realize that they don't want to spend another year out of shape." He ran his hand down his chest and over his stomach, not quite happy with where he was in his own upkeep of his body. Damn beautiful baker is fucking up my hard work.

He didn’t notice that when his mind was wandering towards those memories of him and Elara, his tears escaped his eyes. “Fuck!” He rolled out of bed and walked barefoot to the mini-bar in the living room. “That damn woman was to blame.” It's been a while since he's thought about Elara. He does not allow himself the opportunity to think of his Luna because it always broke his heart thinking she was no longer with him. He was pouring himself a glass of whiskey when Ehann let him know that the man he tasked to follow Li Na had returned. [Make him wait in my office.]

Sekhawat Palace In the Sekhawat family Ranvijay couldn't sleep. He poured himself some whiskey. Though there was nothing much to think about the next day's visit, somewhere he was feeling uneasy. Every time he was thinking about tomorrow he was getting a foreign feeling. His mind was sending him signals of something different. He got to know the name of the girl. She is Myra. "Are you getting excited to meet that little fireball whom you have met 19 years back?" His subconscious mind poked him.

Waverly looked at him and said, “I’m sorry, I've been busy working recently. I didn’t take care of my body, hence why I fainted.” Dr. Kaiser looked at her with a new sense of admiration. “Even if you’re busy, you should take care of your body.” Although he lacked nothing, he quite admired Waverly for her strength. She needed no man and worked hard to get what she wanted. Waverly met his gentle, clear eyes, and her heart inexplicably skipped a beat. He was worried about her and comforted her? Waverly pursed her lips and asked suspiciously, “Dr. Kaiser, don’t you…hate me?”