The Book Waiting Novels & Stories

I rolled my eyes and turned, facing Rose who was saying something before he walked in. * I packed my books placing them in my bag as school was already over. Rose had earlier left with Max. she said they were meeting his parents. Most of the students were all gone and the few remaining, loitered around. I sat down waiting for Luca as he normally goes for backetball practices every Monday and I normally wait for him. Deciding to read a novel while waiting, I brought out a book from my bag. It was titled "Slave to the Ruthless Master" a book written by Ezeh Blessing.

Her waiting. The flat waiting. The bowl waiting on the hallway shelf. The space kept warm. She was glad people had known when to wait. End of chapter 97

Eventually, I found a spot where I could see the entrance and monitor movement in and out of the library. As I patiently waited for her, I lit a cigarette and smoked away the rage. My phone rang. It was my one of my men—my driver. "Boss, where are you?" he asked. He'd probably been waiting a while. "I'm busy right now. I'll call you when I'm done." I hung up and put the phone back in my pocket. I waited. Minutes. An hour. Two hours. It was night already. Why does it take so long to read?

The day I finish my college entrance exam, I drag my suitcase back to my parents' house downtown. When Mom opens the door, the first thing she says is, "Now that your college entrance exam is over, stay home for a while." She says a while, not for good. There are three children in our family. My older brother, Samuel Stroud, and my younger sister, Isabelle Stroud, have always lived with our parents, while I was raised by my grandparents. Samuel has his own study, while Isabelle has her own bedroom. I sleep in the living room. Everything they give me is temporary. My toothbrush is disposable, my slippers are disposable, and even my towel is disposable. I don't even have a key to th

Someone might have created them just like how religion explained our existence for most humans and how the big bang theory was the beginning of everything according to science. It’s a bit late to ask this, but is it alright for me to just up and take this book? Chris never said to not touch anything else in the office, so if he scolds me I have something to retaliate. I scan the pages of the book, but they seem empty. How disappointing. “Come on, Chris! She’s waiting for us.” I hear Valerie’s usual nagging at our brother. “You don’t need to shout. I can hear you perfectly fine,” Chris returns.

Grey. I had been waiting for the past, uhm… I turned to the clock on the wall. 1 hr 30 minutes. I’d been here in Beta Stiles’ site, but he was nowhere. Although the guard had said he would be here soon, I just wished he didn't come so I could crawl back to my dorm. I used the time he wasn't around, brought out a book to keep myself company. Long minutes later, I heard footsteps approaching. My mind began racing. That must be him. So I stuffed the book into my bag, straightening myself. And then—

five days later which was Valery and Jake's wedding, all her friends were with her throughout the night, and they gist till daybreak, Jake was In his house, and he has arrange everything needed for the wedding, and he was waiting for his parent's phone call, though many guests were not Invited because of the nature of their businesses, Valery Invited all her friends, neighbors, even though Jake told her not to Invite people, Valery still Invited more than enough guest.

I tried to read a book and I just couldn't concentrate, I even tried to organize my bookshelf but I was just so uneasy and decided to sit back and wait for him. After 50 minutes of waiting, I got up from my chair and looked outside through my office window to see if any car was approaching. I wasn't looking out for just any car, I wanted to see Max's car in particular. After looking for about 5 minutes and no car was approaching, I decided to call him again but I got a text from him saying he was almost here. I felt so relieved and sat back in my office, waiting for him while making beats with my fingers on the table.

A city that has been whole. Holding itself. Waiting — not desperately, not with the held-breath quality of the cities we have helped — but waiting the way things wait when they know what they are waiting for and trust that it will come. "It's been waiting," Neva says. "Yes," I say. "Not in distress," she says. "Not damaged or deteriorating or under pack interference. Just—" She pauses. "Waiting for the right Warden. The way the cartographer's chamber waited. The way the warm stone waited. The way the city of Caldenveil waited."

Frowning she shoved it away and waited for him to come sit down. “Ready to play spies?” He asked now taking a seat beside her. “This isn’t a game.” She responded staring down at her hands. “I’m hoping we find this book, otherwise this was a waste of time.” “Do you even know what the book looks like, or better yet what it is called?” Elaina frowned again, “I don’t know the name of it I only saw the back. It was black and really old looking. Although, I’m assuming that Tonya won’t have any other books locked away in her office.”