Mr Time Just Wait For Me Novels & Stories

I wait patiently for Keith to show up. We'd made plans to go watch a movie tonight and I must say , I'm looking forward to it. We'd texted back and forth in the afternoon, and he'd suggested that we go out for a movie tonight. Now here I am, still waiting for him. I know that he's a bit late and I have no doubt he might be tied up at work. I just hope he'll be able to make it because if he doesn't, no doubt I'll be a little disappointed but I'll still understand. He is a busy man.

And he said, "But why is that? Since when have you been here waiting to see Mavin? This is already 1 PM." "1 PM? Oh No! I'm not feeling too fine, so I have to go home now," I lied, wanting to disappear, but Mr. Richard Ruben was still holding my left wrist. He stared at me curiously and said, "Wait, I will ask Mr. Mavin to attend to you first. Besides, I came before the men, and we all met you here, so they can all wait."

My own boss. “Come on Miles, this is childish,” Mr Stark spoke up. “We have work to do,” I closed my eyes, curling up inside the covers. “Anthony’s waiting for us and…” his voice softens with his next words. “I’m waiting for you,” I closed my eyes, wishing he’d go away. I just need time to process.

I didn’t bother knocking. I opened the door and walked in. He looked up immediately, surprised. “Mr. Moretti,” he said, standing quickly. “I wasn’t expecting you.” “I’m here for the results,” I said without wasting time. He blinked. “I’m sorry, sir, it doesn’t work like that,” he said carefully. “We’ll need a few days... ” “I don’t have a few days,” I cut in sharply. My voice rose slightly. “I need it now.” He shifted uncomfortably.

Mom said and she nodded. " Mom, I need to talk to Ron immediately, it will take just 5 minutes. He goes to work early these days I have been trying to talk to him for 2-3 days." He said looking at me. What was so important that he could not wait? " Make her eat food and then come and talk to me. I can wait, but Myra is hungry, and I don't want to keep her waiting. " I said and gave a smile to Myra. She smiled back.

Maybe it was because of the fact that I have waited so long for this time to arrive or I'm anticipating the outcome of this meeting. "Are you ready for this Mia? That was Mr Q, and he says he is on his way." "Yes I'm ready." I want to get this over with as soon as possible. Even though I haven't said anything to Aiden or anyone else, I'm constantly living in fear of what could happen to me again.

Marcus was sitting the same way he always sat. Elbows on his knees, hands loosely folded, the posture of a man who had made his peace with small rooms and was spending his patience carefully. He looked up when I came through the door and something moved through his face, not relief, not calculation. Something quieter than both. The look of a man who had been waiting for a particular conversation and had not been certain it would come. I pulled the chair from the corner and sat. "There's something I didn't give you," he said.

He said, “I’m busy. I don’t have time.” Thinking of this, he somehow got restless. He pulled out his phone and typed a message. [Send me your address. I’ll pick you and Tyler up tomorrow.] He frowned, deleted it, and typed again. [Where are you and Tyler staying? I’ll come get you tomorrow.] He drew in a breath and pressed send. Sending failed. The soda can hit the floor with a loud clang. Matthew’s brow furrowed. He opened the company group chat in a hurry. He could not find it.

Fates pov I was getting ready when there was a knock at the door ‘’come on sis, they told us that no one is coming late, we won’t want to piss of his majesty king Elliot’’ my brother told me with some irony but he was right. We’ve been informed that no one who wants their heads is to be late.

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.