Still-wait-for-me Novels & Stories

Inside these pages, you just hold me And I won't ever let you go Wait for me to come home Wait for me to come home Wait for me to come home Wait for me to come home Well, can you? Because if you can, then I will be glad to wait no matter how long it would take as long as I am sure that you are coming. But you have to make sure that I can meet the actual you though. I don't wanna waste my breath and my time for waiting over nothing. I want to make it worth it because I've had enough pain to wait for nothing. Oh, you can fit me Inside the necklace you got when you were sixteen Next to your heartbeat where I should be

, Melanie answered and excused herself to go check out what letters had been stuffed violently into their tiny mailbox. As she gathered up the letters, a particular logo on one of the envelopes caught her eye and her breath caught in her throat. It was the logo of the company she had interviewed for over a week ago and was still awaiting a response and though she hadn’t felt much hope, her heart was now viciously pounding against her chest threatening to burst through her body.

"We, this shit can never happen again." I took a step forward, my heart speeding as my fingers brushed against the edge of the desk. "Will you wait?" He looks stunned and confused, his brows drawing. "What?" I licked my lips, blowing out a breath through my nose. "Will you wait for me? For us? Until I am of age?" "Yes," he answered without hesitation. "It's fucking messed up how much I'll wait for you and I feel like a fucking pervert for waiting for you like a creep."

For four years of marriage, Cillian Newberry's catchphrase had always been "wait." Traveling could wait until he wrapped up his work. Celebrating our wedding anniversary could wait until his meeting was over. Visiting my parents back in my hometown could wait until he had the time. Today was my birthday. I made sure to ask him two weeks in advance if he would be home for dinner. After he promised me he would be there, I spent the entire afternoon preparing his favorite dishes and waited for him to come home. However, I waited from six o'clock until nine, but he never showed. Then, an entertainment news broadcast caught my attention. [The CEO of Newberry Corporation was spotted pickin

I see a text waiting instead. It’s from Mico. ‘Just remember, the offer will still stand no matter how long you take to think about it. We are at the club for the next few days. M X’ I am guessing this was his reply to my earlier message and has been sat waiting. I sigh as I read it, absent-mindedly chew my lip and drop my phone into my lap in complete frustration, blowing out air. My mind is in overdrive at my predicament and seeing the possibility of a solution as I start picking at my chipped nails.

” I typed, wiped my sweaty forehead with the back of my palm then hit send. I waited and waited… and waited… and waited. I missed my class and the next one, still staring at my email, reloading it every second, waiting… Time for work passed, yet I still waited… I was glued to the position, waiting for a response yet nothing… Still, I waited. ***

What was wrong with me? Ever since the fire, I didn’t pine, I didn’t long, I didn't wait for anything not to talk of waiting for replies like some lovesick teenager who left his diary open. I attempted again. AUGUST: Even if you’re ignoring me, at least act like you’re not. Courtesy, Nightshade. Primary courtesy. Sent. I stared. And waited. And—wow. Still nothing. “Unbelievable.” I turned my phone off before I could embarrass myself further.

Waiting. Needy, but not unkind. Hopeful, but already letting go. I didn’t answer right away. I didn’t know how to answer. I typed: Still in meetings. Don’t wait up. It was true. But it also wasn’t. Because part of me knew the work could wait. I just didn’t know how to tell her that without sounding like a liar. ⸻ Fallon I turned over in bed and stared at the empty side. The pillow still held his shape.

Aaron met her eyes. He didn’t nod. He didn’t shake his head. He looked away. Later, when Mark stepped outside to take a call, Lily leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes. “Do you ever feel like you’re trying to convince yourself of something?” she asked quietly. Aaron’s chest tightened. “Yes.” Her eyes opened. “What do you do about it?” He hesitated. “I wait. I see if the feeling changes.” “And if it doesn’t?” “Then I listen to it.”

"Have you heard anything from Maude yet?" Orson took a long swig. "Nope." "She's just playing hard to get. Honestly, you spoiled her way too much before. That's why she doesn't know how to value you. "Trust me, Orson. Give it two weeks. She'll be back crawling. "Only you'd still have the patience to wait for her. "My account's been blocked as well, but the old alumni group chat is still alive. I'll shake things up and get her back within two weeks."