Songs On Waiting For Someone Novels & Stories

After placing her shopping bags on the sofa, she stretched lazily. "What a day..." She poured herself a glass of water and sat down. The silence inside the apartment felt comforting after meeting so many people. Just then, her phone vibrated showing an unknown number. "Hello?" She answered. "Good afternoon, Miss Star,” A professional male voice greeted her. "My name is Devin Foster. I'm a senior journalist in a famous news channel”. Ruby straightened unconsciously. "I hope I'm not disturbing you”. "No..." "You've become one of the country's most talked-about artists overnight. The public would love to know more about you, your journey, your inspirations and your future”.

My phone kept vibrating nonstop with notification sounds. Faith stood up and asked, "Messages from Rita?" I glanced at the contact name and nodded. The corners of her lips curved upward into a smile.

"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.

No one in the audience heard what was said, but they saw it—the way his confident smile froze, then twisted into something unreadable. With a flick of his hand, he dismissed the staffer and turned away. "Mr. Lopez, the wedding's about to start, but the bride still hasn't arrived. Should we check if something's wrong on her end?" His heartbeat pounded in his ears. That uneasy feeling from yesterday? It hadn't left. It had only gotten worse. He pulled out his phone, dialing the number he knew by heart. The call rang. And rang. And rang. Then—click. Call rejected.

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.

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,

'We make these memories for ourselves' 'Where our eyes are never closing, hearts are never broken' 'And time's forever frozen still' 'So you can keep me inside the pocket of your ripped jeans.' 'Holdin' me closer til our eyes meet' 'You won't ever be alone' 'Wait for me to come home.' It fits us. Me and Milo.

I found a love for me Oh darling, just dive right in and follow my lead Well, I found a girl, beautiful and sweet Oh, I never knew you were the someone waiting for me 'Cause we were just kids when we fell in love Not knowing what it was I will not give you up this time But darling, just kiss me slow, your heart is all I own And in your eyes, you're holding mine Baby, I'm dancing in the dark with you between my arms Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favourite song When you said you looked a mess, I whispered underneath my breath But you heard it, darling, you look perfect tonight Well I found a woman, stronger than anyone I know

I walked towards him not before stopping a few steps from him. “You are back.” he made a disapproving voice in the back of his throat. Slowly, I make my way towards him, eating the remaining distance between us. The song was fading but we could still hear the girl singing, her voice was crystal clear. (But every day, I still wait) I still wait for you (But every day, I still wait) I still wait for you (But every day, I still wait) I still wait for you I still wait for you

It was already thirty minutes past work hours. As soon as she opened her door, the sound of a voice singing hit her. “Waiting for you even how you treat me, you're my baby even when you leave me.” “Maybe I'm the problem and the one that's causing all of this…” “I can't say I love you no more… moreeee.” She stepped out to see Valerie packing her bag. Layla recognized the song immediately—stuck on you by Giveon. “Cos my friends gon judge me for sureeee…”