Quote About Waiting

I'm the most sought-after makeup artist in horror games. Before each round begins, the bare-faced NPCs sit obediently in a row, waiting for me to work my magic. With my makeup skills, they're twice as intimidating to players, and their performance soars. Even the Demon Boss seeks me out. As I face the Demon Boss with all 16 heads and 32 eyes staring at me, the corner of my mouth twitches. "Sure, I can do your makeup, but it'll cost extra."

I had waited for him for eight years. I thought I was the love of his life. I thought waiting so long for him to takeover his pack would prove to him my love. But her pictures filled his laptop when he had none of me. I was just a joke to him and his pack. But not anymore. Instead of getting bound to him, it is best to set him free. So l left and he lost his mind trying to find me.

I am Seranda Williams the uwanted, born from a lineage of slaves, embedded with the mark of Zeranda cursed god of the souls of the dead. A plague waiting to be eradicated. a plague waiting to be destroyed, a celebration at my death, festivity at the sight of my blood. I stare from the open bars of my home, a crumbling place known to others as a dungeon, but I have called this place home for the last 18 years, today is that day, the long-awaited day of my death. I feel nothing, I have been groomed as a sacrificial lamb. am neither the first nor will I be the last, it will soon be time. Nothing is there to be felt, I was neither provided information on why I must die, nothing could break me. No, they can't…can they? Neglected separated front all. Groomed as a sacrificial lamb, what was there to hope for? I am not the first nor will I be the last, it will soon be time. I have lived off scraps of food for the longest time, not like I saw meaning to why I was fed. I was going to be killed either way. I got myself ready, but there wasn't much to be done, I washed my hair with the little water left from the previous day, I have been isolated from humans since my birth. I did not get the chance to be a child like every other kid out there. I was barely given enough to last me for 18 years. The door abruptly opens and hefty men rush in with chains and shackles. “Tie the slave”

**“— One year! A damn year being your wife without ever being anything to you! — I spat the words, holding back my tears with clenched teeth. — And now you think you can just… keep existing in my life? Ace looked at me with that calmness of someone who had always won without needing to fight. But this time, it wouldn’t be like that. — I never stopped you from leaving, Luna. You’re the one who kept waiting for something I never promised. — I stayed because I thought that… maybe you would see me. That at some point I’d stop being just your obligation. But it doesn’t matter anymore, I’m finally managing to forget you. He stepped closer until his warmth brushed against my body. — Then why do you still tremble when I come near? — Because you scare me… — I whispered weakly. — Is that it? Is that really it? Or is it because you know that if I touched you even once… — his voice dropped lower, hot and provoking — …you’d never be able to walk away again.” Luna Bexter had loved Ace Montesino for a long time. She thought she was lucky to become his wife in a marriage of convenience, but after the one-year term ended, Luna grew tired of waiting for Ace’s feelings to change and decided to leave. Is it truly possible for them to go their separate ways?**

In the quiet depths of her gaze, simmering beneath a facade of submission, lies a beta daughter, Abbey, harboring a burning desire for retribution. Once entwined in the Alpha male's embrace, she now feels the sting of betrayal and oppression. Her movements are measured, her demeanor demure, yet her mind churns with schemes of vengeance. She observes with calculating eyes, biding her time, waiting for the perfect moment to strike back at the one who killed her parent in cold blood, destroyed her pack, and left her friend Charity homeless and visionless. With each passing day, Abbey's resolve strengthens, fueled by memories of his cruelty and disdain. She knows that to reclaim her dignity, she must outwit the very one who is her mate, the love of her life. Though a wolf's crystal is not in conformity with this idea, her thirst for vengeance overshadows her love. Behind closed doors, Abbey plots in secrecy, weaving a web of deception and manipulation. She understands the intricacies of power dynamics, using her wit and cunning to undermine his authority while maintaining the illusion of subservience. As tension between them simmers, she bides her time, waiting for the opportune moment to unleash her vengeance upon Alpha Jemery. The question remains: will Abbey forgive Jemery for what he did to her pack members, parent, and Charity's pack, and become his mate? Or will she let vengeance consume her?

Sin Black The most ruthless Alpha you'll ever meet, he is the future king of all Alphas and all he's ever wanted is to find his Queen And he does, in one Blossom Kildan Blossom Kildan The sweetest and most innocent girl you'll ever meet She's been waiting for her mate forever, and she finds him... in the most powerful Alpha around And he doesn't plan on letting her go. She's his His Blossom 18+

The biggest mistake you can ever make is letting a woman take over your heart. Women are instrument of evil, they love to be loved by the kindest hearts but they love to live with the guy that has the biggest bag because apparently, their hearts beat for two things: money and solely peace. But in all cases, money always comes out on top, that's why I now preach, "screw love, chase money." Otherwise, you'll be standing alone at the damn altar, waiting for the bride who ditched you for a wealthier man.

Olivia and Carl establish a pattern of behavior at the dinner table, and one more powerful in bed since the same night they met. Meeting at the usual restaurant every Friday night, they don't know each other's lives, what they do for a living, they don't know last names, or if they have someone waiting for them at home. They don't send text messages or calls either, just throw a new proposal on the mattress to be lovers once again and again. Everything is perfect between them, what could go wrong?

Olivia Jude thought her marriage was steady, respectful, built on patience and love. After six years of trying, she finally receives the miracle she’s been waiting for. But before she can tell her husband, Olivia discovers the truth. Her husband, Carter Velcro, has another wife. Another home. And a six-year-old daughter who calls him Daddy. In a single night, Olivia’s life collapses. To the world, she is the other woman. Divorce should have been the end. Instead, it’s only the beginning.

Alex, a CEO and university professor, struggles with his disabled legs, leading him to be harsh on himself and others. Claire, the daughter of a prostitute, feels low self-esteem and faces numerous challenges in her life with nothing to offer. They are afraid to approach each other, yet their hearts yearn to be together. 'I never chose to love her; my heart did, and I was powerless against it.' 'Three years, thirty years, three hundred years... as long as your heart still loves me, I will still be here waiting for you.'