Someone Is Waiting For You Novels & Stories

I took the pen out of my pocket if ever something surprised us here, when Dominus saw it, he did the same. I saw a light at the end of the weeds, other than that it was a presence, a familiar one. I smiled a bit when I realized who was that person waiting at the end. "Finally! You came! I thought I would wait here for so long for the first pair to reach this end." It was Siva, smiling while standing at the exit. "How long have you been waiting here?" Dominus curiously asked her. She smirked and then showed us the timer on her phone.

The old man continued to explain frantically, “It was Miss Isabella! She’s been sending people to watch me this whole time… Mr. Deen, it really had nothing to do with me!” By the time Callum and I stepped through the door, that was the scene waiting for us.

"I am waiting for someone, can you give me an hour. It's not like I can run away." “I have waited 200 years for you, I can wait for an extra hour.” He said, sipping his drink. She nodded and hoped Serena would arrive soon.

Jared patiently waited for May at the river in the park where May asked him to meet her. He stood looking around with his hands on his waist, pushing his suit back. There are less people around here so it's easier for him to wait. He waited tirelessly, occasionally smirking after each ten minutes. It took her thirty more minutes to the time she mentioned for her to arrive.

"Welcome. Alpha Patrick has been waiting for you. Do you want anything to drink? Coffee, or juice?" "It's OK." The woman declined politely.

In a very remote restaurant out of town, Ivy was seated in a corner, waiting for the arrival of someone. “Why isn’t she here yet? Didn’t she receive my call?” Ivy mumbled to herself as she tapped on a number on her phone screen in frustration. She had been waiting here for almost an hour, still yet, she hadn’t met the so-called partner who would help her make Jane cease to exist.

I bang on the door and try the doorbell but I don't hear anyone for a minute. “Hello, storm,” a voice behind me greets me. I wheel around and I see a tall woman, with a stick in her hand, and her white eyes looking in my direction. My heart hammers hard, shock rooting me in place. “I have been waiting for you.”

“Whatever, I gotta go, you still got a lot of explaining to do!” “Yeah, yeah, yeah, but don’t forget to make the stand in call” She quickly states. “Okay…bye Munchkin” “Bye Marshmallow” The line goes dead and I rush towards the man. I pull out my note and pen before I speak “Can I take your order?” “Yeah” He responds “I’m actually waiting for someone…I mean, my girl, and I don’t know what she would want to order yet….so I’ll just wait for her” He states.

At school, I had a nickname. They called me "Mister Wait-Your-Turn." I waited for the sneakers my brother had grown tired of, the backpack my sister thought was ugly, and the phones my parents had already cracked the screens of. Even when it came to taking a shower, I had to wait until everyone else was done. A week ago, Mom had promised me, "On the day of your college entrance exam, you won't have to wait your turn for the shower." So when I finally stumbled into the bathroom, drenched in sweat and smelling awful, I thought my turn had finally come. I was halfway through working up a lather when someone started pounding on the door. "Come out. Let your brother go in." My eyes stung,

he shook his head and went upstairs and I went to have my meal. "Baby"Scott mocked me and I glared at him in the worst way. At a random street in America Two men who came for their own business suddenly couldn't stop throwing glances at a teenage girl who was clearly waiting for someone as she kept on checking her watch. "What is taking him so long?" Mara was getting very impatient especially after she had been waiting for a guy to come pick the delivery. She had been waiting for over two hours and she felt like she couldn't wait anymore.