The Book Waiting Novels & Stories

A creeping air clung to him, instinctively making others uneasy. "You shouldn't have kept your husband waiting for so long." That was the first thing he said after entering the room. "But this is our first meeting, and you don't know my rules. I'll forgive you."

It was the first time I'd ever refused her. She was so understanding. Maybe she knew something, but she didn't ask any questions. She obediently let me take her hand, and we walked out of the hospital together. Everything should've been back to normal, but my heart was racing. I suppressed my swirling emotions and held Louisa's hand as we lined up at the boarding gate. Suddenly, a low, steady man's voice came from behind me. "Rowena, are you going to keep running?" I turned around stoically. Ewan stood less than three feet away, looking windswept and wet from the light rain. A few drops slid from the damp fringe on his forehead.

That night, Matthew sat on the kitchen floor until morning. It was the first time he had ever looked so defeated. In the past, no matter how late he came home, there was always a light waiting for him. There was always someone sitting on the couch, quietly waiting for him. That was all gone. The big house felt empty, and he was the only one left waiting for daylight. The next morning, Matthew did not bother to change his clothes. He went straight to the office.

"The book knows." "Trust it." "I do." She paused. "It's strange though. Feeling the book wait." "It's not the book waiting," he said. "It's you. The book is ready. You need the experience first." She looked at him. "That's more accurate," she said. "Systems again." He almost smiled. "I understand waiting for the right conditions." "The omelette." "The burner needed to be right." "The fourteenth is my burner," she said. "And then the chapter."

I uttered, staring into blank space as I leaned my chin on my knuckles again. ~ Night had fallen, and i was still occupying myself with this particular business book which had caught my fancy for a while, now. I needed to get my mind off the current situation at home, just so I could wait for the next day when things would be resolved, and I would know what’s next. Apparently, waiting until tomorrow seemed like I had to wait for seventy-two hours, so it was only wise to occupy my mind with something interesting, and intriguing. “Do you mind lending me this book once you’re done with it?” I heard a child-like voice from nowhere, and I had to bring down the book from my face to see who was pro

The row was lengthening as time passed by and Darius asked him to stand in the queue; he needed to attend washroom quick. Waiting in the line was the most troublesome thing, as he was alone now. He ripped the plastic cover from the book after receiving the small token of bronze, a number written on both sides. Only the person who bought a book from there can get the token and only with the token they were allowed to sign their copy. He had researched will these to avoid any problem. As he wandered, reading the book, how awesome this author writes, his shoulders twitched as someone tapped on his shoulder in the crowd. His fixed eyes on the book didn’t move, he ignored the person as the book w

The girl said. “Same here. I actually thought that this book wasn’t popular but you’re reading it as well. Oh, I’m Kayne by the way, Kayne David.” “I’m Natsumi Koga, it’s nice to meet you!” “Ah yes, you as well. I was actually about to ask if you always come here.” Kayne asked. “Uhuh, I always go to this café every time I go to town, this is actually kind of my spot, haha.”

I say in a stern voice which shocks her at first but then she hurries to do her job. "What's taking so long?" irritation evident in my voice. "Sorry s-s-sir, the book does not want to scan, I will get someone to get another copy in the back" I step aside to wait for the other person while the blonde helps the next person in line. I keep myself busy on my phone as I wait. "Hi, do you perhaps sell the prequal to the book "Riven by Sarah Bryant?" I look up to see who's the owner of that sweet voice.

I stopped by to grab a business book and spent my time reading it while waiting for my turn. The waiting area was small, just four chairs and a coffee table covered in magazines from three years ago. Beside me was a man sitting in the chair nearest the window, his leg bouncing like he was nervous. As nervous as I was but covered it with a business book when I had no business. He looked up at me and smiled like we've known each other for years. "Are you here for the admin position?" he asked, turning to face me. "Uh…yes," I replied, moving a bit farther from him.

he says. I look at him. "I know." But I don't move. Neither does he. "What's your favorite book?" I ask suddenly. The question feels random, but it isn't. I need something else to focus on, something that is not the way the air shifts when we are in the same room, something that is not the pull I don't understand. Avelin blinks, surprised. "My favorite book?" "Yes." He hesitates, then answers slowly. "There's one I read a lot when I was younger," he says. "I still keep it. It's about a boy who keeps waiting for someone to come home." My chest tightens faintly.