The Book Waiting Novels & Stories

"What are you doing?" "Erh. Claire. I..how are you? What are you doing so late?" She stuttered. "I should be asking you why you're coming in so late ma'am. You left us alone. We were worried about you" I said. "The Library was locked, I had to wait a bit" she responded. "I am sorry if I kept you waiting," she said. She looked into her bag and brought out two books: Beyond Pardon by Bertha Clay and The Day of The Jackal by Frederick Forsyth. "These books would make my week, I had to wait to get them" she curved a quick smile.

"ok" 'Just wait a little more Angel, I am coming....' _________________________ Hope you liked it (⁠✷⁠‿⁠✷⁠) Keep enjoying the story (⁠ﾉ⁠◕⁠ヮ⁠◕⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠*⁠.⁠✧ Please show your support by Like, comment and rating the book 🌹

“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.

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.

The seat was cracked vinyl, slightly sticky under my hands. “Coffee?” the waitress asked, already reaching for a pot. “Uhm, yeah. Please.” “Someone joining you?” “Yes.” She nodded and poured without another question before she left, and I proceeded to wrap my hands around the mug. It was warm and grounding. “Okay,” I whispered to myself. “It’s gonna be fine.” I pulled out my book, opening it somewhere in the middle, without even checking the page number. Despite my attempt to focus on the words, they kept blurring.

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.

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.