The Book Waiting Novels & Stories

When the waiter came,he discussed something with him. "0kay,Sir.Your job will be done."The waiter assured him with a positive smile . Abhinav nodded ,a huge smile on his face too. Amaira staring outside through the window while waiting for Abhinav. All of a sudden,all the lights became dim ,music changed into a romantic one.Amaira got astonished at sudden changed of environment and gazed around with amusement. Just then she heard a familiar voice on the mike. "People say'Waiting is a waste of time.Sometime it's not a waste of time , especially if the thing you're waiting for is worth it."the voice said.

Finding it ironic, I softly said, "Gloria's right—it's just a meal, after all." It was just a meal. This wasn't the first time it had happened, anyway. Francesca threw a party the night before she left the country. I was burning with a fever at home, barely conscious. Ian answered with a drunken slur when I called. Upon hearing my request for him to take me to the hospital, he snapped, "I'm just out for dinner! Did you really have to call me repeatedly?" On our fifth wedding anniversary, he delayed telling me his flight details. It wasn't until dinner had gone cold and the restaurant was closing that he finally picked up the video call.

Twelve minutes later, in the cashier's area, A tall man seemed to be waiting in line in front of him. There were four more people at the till, so he had to be patient. In the right hand of Abigail Laurentia Verz's husband, five books are visible, which are ready for payment. Massimo glanced to the left, and there was a beautiful young girl who also did the same action as him.

He had never seen Olliver talk to anyone like that before ever. "I did wait. But it was painful to watch you pretending to jot down and work on something that I know would take at least another thirty-four hours." The stranger said, surprising Smith once again. How did this man know what they were working on and how long they had to wait for any reaction? "It's called getting accurate details throughout the experiment. Of course, you wouldn't know anything about that since you barely ever walk out of your office. You might get fat very soon if don't watch out…"

never showed up. Irina called Uriah worriedly, but he did not answer. "Why didn't I answer? Why didn't I answer the phone?!" Uriah asked himself. Eventually, he remembered. It was the day Beth and Sophie returned from Meurica. He had been at the airport picking them up with his phone on silent, and the joy of reuniting with his childhood friend had made him forget that it was his wife's birthday, the birthday of the woman he loved most.

His lashes long and dark against his cheeks, one tiny hand clutching the edge of her sleeve as if afraid to drift too far. Daniel sat on the floor beside her, back against the crib. His shoulder brushed her knee, and Theodore’s head rested against her chest as he floated between waking and dreams. In Sophia’s hands lay a book. Not just any book — their book. Handmade. Bound in soft leather. The title pressed in delicate gold script: The Girl Who Waited, and the Man Who Finally Found Her. She turned the first page and began to read, her voice warm and low, colored with memory.

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It sounded like the sound of pages turning, and it was getting louder. I turned to see what was making the noise, and that's when I saw it. A massive, ancient book was standing on a pedestal, its pages turning rapidly as if blown by an invisible wind. Arachne's eyes seemed to gleam with excitement. "The Book of Secrets," she said. "It holds the knowledge of the ages. And it's been waiting for you, Lila." I felt a surge of wonder and awe. The Book of Secrets? What secrets did it hold? And why was it waiting for me?

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I was not even able to tell Milo where I will be waiting later. When I reached the parking lot, Milo was not there yet although it was already getting a little dark. I waited and waited and waited as I kept kicking the ground with my foot. I kept glancing back and forth to the gates every single time a car comes in, but it was not Milo’s. I grasped my books closed to my breasts and inwardly prayed for Milo to come as soon as possible because I did not really like waiting alone in their parking lot.