Lie In Wait Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

"Are you looking forward to the trip?" "You bet I am. I haven't gone on holiday for so long! I can't wait to find out where we'll be going. Are you sure you can't give us any clues at all?" "Not if I want to stay alive. The four of us have been sworn to secrecy." "So it's at one of your royal houses or near it or something?" "Can't you just wait for the surprise just like everyone else?" he mused. "I can be rather impatient, what can I say? It's one of my many faults." I shrugged. "Not to mention, I'm not too great with surprises."

When the waiter came,he discussed something with him. "0kay,Sir.Your job will be done."The waiter assured him with a positive smile . Abhinav nodded ,a huge smile on his face too. Amaira staring outside through the window while waiting for Abhinav. All of a sudden,all the lights became dim ,music changed into a romantic one.Amaira got astonished at sudden changed of environment and gazed around with amusement. Just then she heard a familiar voice on the mike. "People say'Waiting is a waste of time.Sometime it's not a waste of time , especially if the thing you're waiting for is worth it."the voice said.

He attempted to switch shifts, but it was futile. The guard and Leila waited patiently for the day he could come visit her and give her the medicine. Finally the day came. The guard had woken up eagerly for his shift, and arrived early, relieving the tired guard at the door. The guard tentatively knocked, hoping Leila would be awake. Luckily, she was, and she allowed him to enter.

"Alpha Marcus. Healer Quinn is waiting for you upstairs." Julian watched them. His whole world spun. That man had the VIP pass Julian was dying for. That man could just walk right in. To see his Harper. Raw jealousy, sharp as snake fangs, sank into his heart. His fists clenched so tight his knuckles turned white. Blood welled from his palms, dripping like scarlet petals onto the perfect white snow. Hours ticked by. Alpha Marcus didn't come out. Julian spotted them laughing together in the lobby. Despair and rage boiled inside him. He was losing his damn mind.

Just us. *Waiting.*

--------------------------------- Let me know your thoughts? Taehyung Lia

I gave him a cheeky look, "Don't I always?" "On Sundays, you like to sit in your PJs and make costumes for our dog Babe." Triston seemed sweaty but kept chatting, his eyes looking at his phone. "So," Triston said, glancing at his watch for the third time in two minutes. "I have a little surprise for you." I raised an eyebrow, watching him fidget with his napkin. "Oh really? What kind of surprise?" Before he could answer, the door burst open and a waiter rushed in, whispering frantically in Triston's ear. I caught fragments: "...stuck in traffic..." "...twenty minutes late..." "...so sorry, Mr. Ballard..."

‘… telling him about being a horndog,’ I internally commented. Lia, my innocent sweetheart, revealed a look of realization. “Ah, I see!” She cutely said. “Umn, I’m sorry… I think I made you wait,” Lia sheepishly said as the shade of pink on her cheeks became even more prominent. “You didn’t,” I hurriedly told her. “I didn’t wait at all and did other things,” I said. Of course, that was a lie. I had been waiting for her ever since my meeting was over. But that would make her feel uncomfortable, so I decided not to tell her. Beside me, Martin, who I was torturing with the additional work I was ordering him to do, stiffened upon hearing my lie.

“If the car leaves because of the maintenance?” “Then it dislikes witnesses.” “And if it stays?” “Then whoever placed it there is either confident or careless.” “And if it changes position?” “Then we watch what it chooses to see.” Leah turned from the shelves. “You say these things like every move tells you something.” “Most moves do.” “And if no one moves?” “That tells us something too.” She let out a tired breath. “You make waiting sound useful.” “It can be.” “I hate waiting.” “So do I.”

The thought made my stomach twist in a way I didn’t want to examine too closely. As I turned the corner toward my locker, I noticed a big crowd gathered in front of the notice board. People were talking excitedly, pointing at a new poster. I slowed down and moved closer to see what everyone was looking at. The poster was colorful and bold: **“NEVER KISS AND TELL”** **Valentine’s Special Game** Blindfolded kissing line. Kiss the boy your instincts tell you is the one. No names. No talking. Just lips and fate.