The Book Waiting Novels & Stories

“They’re doing everything they can.” Lily swayed. Aaron’s arm came around her waist instantly, firm and unyielding, holding her upright as the world tilted dangerously. “Can we see her?” Lily asked desperately. “I’m afraid not right now,” the nurse said. “You’ll need to wait here. A doctor will update you as soon as the surgery is complete.” Wait. The word felt cruel. They were directed to the waiting area, a wide room lined with identical plastic chairs that offered no comfort and no privacy. Lily sat stiffly, hands clenched in her lap, eyes locked on the double doors at the far end of the corridor.

And at the heart of it all stood Willow & Ink. *** The bookstore looked… perfect. Alex stood just outside the entrance, arms folded, though the gesture did little to mask the restless energy running through him. His gaze kept drifting down the road—again and again—as though sheer willpower might make the car appear faster. “They’ll be here,” Amara said softly from beside him. He exhaled. “I know.” But knowing didn’t make the waiting easier. Behind them, the others had gathered naturally, as if drawn by the same invisible thread.

It was parked in the same usual spot, only the engine was turned off, and no one was inside this night. She reached for the scarf close to her and held it tightly just before she went to bed. Sitting at her usual spot the next day with a cup of tea placed on the table in front of her and her laptop closed. She had applied for more than enough jobs and was simply waiting for feedback from some of them. She had her eyes fixed outside, staring at people going on with their lives. She felt something drop on her table and moved her gaze to see what it was. It was a book with “prenatal nutrition” written on it as the title.

Wendy said. “I’ll try. Maybe tomorrow night, I and my wife will leave here for good. Hope we can come and stay with you guys.” West said. “You are always welcome. West, you are doing the right thing.” Wendy said. “Thank you, I needed to hear that.” West said. “So where is the book?” Roman said. West froze on hearing this. “How long has he been standing there? How much did he hear?” West thought to himself. “Uhhh…. It’s not my turn yet. I’m not due until next month, we wait till then.” West said.

My eyes scan line after line, my body barely moving except to turn pages, until my vision begins to sting. “God…” I groan softly, pressing my fingers to my temples. Waiting, that's all I’m doing. Waiting for Nora, for the results, for something to happen. Hours pass as the light outside shifts and evening creeps in. And still— No Nora. My fingers tighten slightly around the book. “Where the hell are you…?” My eyes flick toward the door for what feels like the hundredth time, worry beginning to coil in my stomach. “What’s taking so long…?” I whisper, my voice quieter now, laced with concern.

I sat on the edge of my bed and looked at the cover in my hands. I would go back for the green book. When the time was right. When I understood enough of the present to be ready for whatever the past had to say. Stone City had spent twenty two years making me invisible. Something in that library felt like it was waiting to tell me why. I just wasn't ready to hear it yet.

"Meet in front of the bookstore again, right?" asked the Alsava, making sure. While waiting for an answer from the other side. She clutched her cellphone between her shoulders and ears, while her hands were busy tying the laces on her shoes. "I'm in front of the bookstore. Where are you?" The voice on the other side asked, from the tone of his voice, it was clear that the man was annoyed because he was the only person who had to wait.

“Wanna go again?” END OF BOOK TWO

All to fulfill his twisted sense of "duty." Now, I was done. I was done waiting for the man who only ever needed "ten minutes" but never came back. The banquet hall was buzzing. Pack elders were still raising their glasses, celebrating me. The joy in their eyes was so blinding it made me want to run. The exact moment Julian completely disappeared from view, my phone lit up. It was a text from my mentor at the Werewolf Healer Association: "Harper, the Lead Healer position at the Northern Headquarters is only open for tonight. Have you made your decision?"

"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."