The Ones We Wait For Novels & Stories

Sandra and I had been married for five years, but she never posted about me on her social media. Yet now, another man had taken my spot with such ease. I'd asked Sandra to go to the concert with me 99 times, but she never once said yes. Yet when William asked her to do the same thing, she agreed to it on his first try. I exited the social media app, feeling somewhat numb inside. I then continued waiting for a cab by the road. There were massive traffic jams all over the city tonight due to AnthoNIX's concert. Even though I waited by the venue entrance for a long time, I still couldn't manage to get a cab.

I am a person who is going to wait. I am a person who is going to wait, and I am going to wait, and I am going to wait, until the man I love comes home and says the thing he wrote on the sticky note, in the way that men say things out loud to women they love when the men are ready to say the things out loud. I am a person who is going to wait. To be continued...

"Without knowing what they were waiting for." The room was quiet. "How many people?" Finn asked. Roan looked at the letter again. "She didn't give a number," he said. "She said—enough." The word landed in the room with its full weight. Enough. People inside Merrick territory who had been told—by a woman with no formal standing, no structure, no name for what she was doing—to wait. To hold. To not give up. Because something was coming. The same instinct Maren had followed for twelve years.

"Because I don't think whatever's under that hillside is going to wait patiently for us to be ready." We sat together as the sky began, slowly, to grey toward morning, five of us bound already by years of shared history and about to be bound by something older still, and far beneath the hillside, patient and unhurried and endlessly curious, something that had been listening to every word ground itself deeper into the dark to wait and see what we would build against it.

Jeremy mindlinks with someone and delivers a message. “You both are to wait here. The Alpha and Luna are on their way” he states. We are so fucked.

She pulled the curtains shut quickly, pressing her back to the wall, but the image of them lingered, those patient silhouettes, eyes lifted toward the building, toward them. “They’re still there?” Selene asked in a whisper. “Yes,” Maya murmured. “Always. One group leaves, another comes. They don’t even bother hiding it now.” Kira cursed under her breath and paced the small apartment like a caged animal. Lucy sat silently on the couch, her knees drawn up, her fingers digging crescents into her skin. She didn’t ask. She didn’t need to. She knew. “They’re waiting for Vince’s word,” Kira muttered. “And when it comes, they’ll come through that door like wolves.”

As soon as the busy tone came from the other end, his face instantly went pale. "Sir, this is an invalid number," he stuttered, cold sweat rolling down his forehead. What kind of wedding would this be if the bride went missing?! "This can't be happening!" Bruno's brows furrowed; he snatched the phone from his assistant and checked it himself. Sure enough, the screen clearly read, "This number is not in service. Please check the number and dial again." By now, guests were already arriving at the venue one after another. They consisted of well-regarded individuals from various industries. If Aelia dared to throw a tantrum or cause a scene at this critical juncture, Bruno would never forgive he

It looked like it was going to snow. For seven days straight, the studio received flowers every day, all pink tulips. Not wanting to waste them, Irina had Megan put the flowers in buckets of water. Any passerby who came in and scanned the QR code to follow the studio's social media account could take three flowers for free. Irina also heard from others that Uriah had already bought a house in Lakewood City and was interviewing for college teaching positions.

We wait. We prepare. We hope. Dax is holding me. The Circle is strong. But the cold is patient. So are we.

But in the morning. Reality would return. Three months was counting down. And New York waited. Patient. Hungry. Ready to swallow us whole.