Quotes On Waiting For Him Novels & Stories

“In our world? Yes.” I clenched my jaw. “Then I’ll wait.” “For what?” “For someone who makes me want to change the rules.” He didn’t laugh. Didn’t argue. Just walked back to the table and poured another glass. “You’ll regret waiting,” he said. “I already regret rushing.”

“Waiting is punishment, especially when I'm going through this much pain.” For one, he really had to understand that he didn't have so many options. In fact, aside from the one I gave to him, he had none. Talking about waiting being a punishment, he wasn't entirely wrong. However, that was the card he had on his table. So it was either he played the waiting card, or toss it into the garbage bin which I don't think he would want to do. “I know waiting can be a lot sometimes, because I've been there too.” I said, looking into his eyes. “But no matter how much we think about it, it's still the only option we have right now.”

If I hadn't lost her, I probably wouldn't be in this position right now, and I may not have met him. Good things come to those who wait is what I've always been told, and as I watch him take a bite of the sandwich he ordered, I wonder if my patience is paying off. Is it finally my turn?

Adrian paced back and forth in front of the hospital courtyard, occasionally glancing towards the hospital exit, hoping that the person he was waiting for would appear soon. But after waiting for a long time, the person he was waiting for did not show up. Adrian glanced at his expensive watch from time to time, saying angrily, "Where are they, actually! It's taking so long! I've been waiting here for 10 minutes, but they still haven't arrived! What are they doing in there, anyway, that I have to wait so long! Do they think I'm unemployed or something? Damn! This is really annoying!"

“Because of me. Because he told the truth about us.” “Then we wait. And we hope they’re smart enough to see what he’s worth.” We sit in the coffee shop parking lot. My phone silent. The minutes ticking by like hours. Waiting to see if love is enough. Or if truth just destroyed everything.

“What kind of big sister encourages her kid brother to find a girlfriend in a club?” “Look who's talking.” My forehead creases as I give him a queer look. “Someone who never does things the conventional way!” He takes a chug of his drink and nods. “Touché.” “So tell me what I need to know.” “I'm waiting for my mate.” He calmly deciphers and I'm dumbstruck with awe. That's the sweetest thing I've heard in a while. I shoot him a surprised smile. “Yeah. I don't see myself being with anyone else but the one who was destined for me, so I'm waiting for her.”

The Adam that no one else but me could see I'd woken up with a start, recalling the message and had taken my phone to check if I hadn't been hallucinating. Turns out I wasn't. "Four hours. Give me four hours,"I texted. Adam replied almost instantly, "I have waited weeks. I can wait four more hours. I'll be waiting." My heart raced with excitement and I clutched the phone to my chest. He had texted. Finally! I had waited for so long that I almost gave up. Perhaps that was the problem. Waiting.

she whispered. “He’s waiting.”

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“If I keep waiting for the perfect time, it’ll never come. I’m tired of living for other people’s expectations.” The budge in his pants from our heated kiss was still there. Very prominent. “I see…” he drawled. “Tell me, little fairy, will you get on your knees for me?”