The Book Waiting Novels & Stories

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."

That night, after calmly arranging his affairs, I took sleeping pills and lay down next to him. “I’ll be with you soon.” When I opened my eyes again, there was a blinding white light. “Are you okay?” I shot upright and realized I was leaning over my desk. The girl next to me was wiping tears from her cheeks, choking on her sobs. “Emma just went off with Callum. Ugh, finally, love triumphs over everything.” My eyes widened as I looked down at the novel in front of me. It was open to the chapter titled “Please Wait for Me.” The illustration showed him holding my hand, standing by the sea, supporting each other through life.

Arian's pov By the time everyone had left, the silence that followed their departure was a stark contrast to the vibrant energy that had filled the hall just hours before. We, the book club members, waited behind. We stark the chairs neatly, but the floor was littered with discarded programs. While we waited for the cleaning service to do their magic, I took my stand at the makeshift podium. As I stood on the podium, I glanced at the familiar faces who waited. Almost all if not all of the book club members waited. It is a ritual to wait after a special event like this.

Third Person POV At the Smith Group's charity banquet, Jason held Susan's hand and stood under the spotlight, basking in flattery. Suddenly, the screen went black, and a statement appeared on a red background. It was a divorce notice—Charlotte's request to formally sever all ties, issued through her lawyer. Next, a clear ultrasound scan was shown, accompanied by an audio recording. "Take her blood. She's tough, so she won't die from donating some blood." Jason's cold voice echoed through the speakers to every corner of the banquet hall.

He nodded once, palming the book into his coat pocket as if it was evidence in a case he wasn't ready to break yet. Aria’s laugh echoed from the back, and he turned toward it. That was why he came, after all. Not for the book. Not for the woman with ink-stained fingers and stars in her eyes. Or so he told himself. “I’ll wait for her out front,” he said. Lena nodded. “Take your time.” He turned to go, but paused at the door. Glanced back. “You always hand books out to strange men in suits?” "Only the ones who appear to have forgotten how to feel," she said, soft but unafraid.

Such a state for Sweet Pea Guun is strange, strange, and a little shy, but he did not pretend, honestly said: "Brothers, forgive me, I really..... yes waiting point is not in time." Sweet Pea Guun had made Brene Brian wait a long, long time, if he had confirmed his intentions, then he didn't want to make Brene Brian wait more than a second. "Books, as if they are rare? My little master also has to find a beautiful and beautiful girl to love! Sweet Pea Guun ca, me and Cuth Ber waiting for the two of you to return, arriving in city A must immediately be Show us your pipe, otherwise this cannot be left alone!"

I hated that I looked like I was trying. The signing was supposed to start at one-thirty. I got there early, found a spot by the fiction shelves where I could see the door, and waited. One-thirty came and went. Then two. Then two-thirty. I unlocked my phone eleven times. No messages. No missed calls. The line for the signing wound through the store and out the door, and Vesper was not in it. By three o'clock, I'd read the same paragraph of a display book four times without processing a single word. By four, the signing was wrapping up. By four-fifty, I put the book back on the shelf and walked out.

The chamber was dimly lit, the air thick with an unsettling silence that hung like a shroud over the gathered assembly. A heavy book lay open on the table, its pages empty, yet it seemed to pulse with a hidden power, as if waiting for the right moment to reveal its secrets. Around the book stood a group of figures, their faces obscured by the darkness that clung to the corners of the room. Each of them carried the weight of their master's will, and none dared speak as they awaited the signal.

She remembered her refusal to sign the marriage agreement between her and Vincent, almost drowning, then meeting Landon’s brothers. Anything beyond that is blank. “What happened?” She questioned again. The woman looked at her with her mouth gaped open, words frozen in her throat. Brooklyn gave her what she hoped was an encouraging look. She wanted answers. “Umm, let me get them,” she mumbled softly instead. The woman stood, set her book on the stand next to Brooklyn’s bed, and softly padded out the door. That was strange. A few seconds barely passed before a stampede came barging through her room.