The Ones We Wait For Novels & Stories

I don't understand why I always get glared at when I try to be rational and calm. "Fiadh, we might not have known you for a long time, but we are in this with you. We are a team. You can lean on us," Krystal whispers, and Fiadh looks away from the door. Every line of her body relaxes and she looks at Krystal with grateful eyes. "Thank you," Fiadh whispers, and we all fall silent as we refocus on what we are going to have to do once our planet is called. ***** "Get ready. We have to be up soon. The last groups are Glortinon, Puelo, and us," I say after about thirty minutes of waiting, and the others stand up.

All 42 of them sat on the curb opposite Starvard University under the hot sun, staring intently at their phone screens, waiting for the bank transfer text message that would change their lives. Two hours passed. And yet, they still hadn't received any notification from the bank—not even a scam message of any sort. "Kevin? Why hasn't the money come in yet? I'm running out of battery," Aaron asked, wiping off the sweat on his forehead. His voice was beginning to shake again. Kevin was sweating profusely as well. His fingers shook as he tapped into CloudAI and typed, "It's been two hours. Why haven't we received the five million dollars yet?"

Malek murmured. "A full circle," I said. "No erasure." I glanced east, where the first wolf kept watching. "Something that doesn’t want erasure," Rhydian said. "Something waiting four hundred years for it to end," Soren said. My phone buzzed again. Same number. Three words: We've been waiting.

and informed her that I was eagerly awaiting her arrival. Taking a seat at an empty table, I observed the bustling cafe. A waitress approached, inquiring if I desired anything in particular. Politely declining, I informed her that I was simply waiting for someone. Time seemed to stretch on as I anxiously awaited Rachel's arrival, my impulsive nature growing restless. I couldn't help but wonder why women always seemed to keep others waiting.

“Bleiz, by the time you see this letter, I will have already left. As for where I went, I don’t know either, but you won’t find me. As for why I left, the reason is simple: I don’t want to wait anymore.” “I don’t understand. How much longer do I have to wait for you to take me away? Will you one day lie to me and say that I have to wait for your and Mona’s child to grow up, get married, and have children, or wait until you’ve grown old with her before you leave with me?” “Bleiz, my youth is also limited. I don’t want to continue waiting for you based on an empty promise that has no end in sight. Let’s say goodbye here. We will never meet again.”

Ivory said frostily. Wilson's heart throbbed painfully. But it was as Ivory had said—he was the cause of all this. He had no one to blame but himself. "It's okay," he said. "I know this path is a challenging one, but I'm willing to wait. I'll wait for the day when your anger fades and you accept me again."

] [I'll have someone send over a new gown. [This one's grand enough. No more scenes.] After it sent, there was no reply for a long time. Julian stared at the screen for a while, his brow creasing. No matter how angry she'd been before, Elena would at least send something back to a message like that. Even if it was just a frosty "Understood." But this time, the chat box remained dead silent. A long while later, just as he was about to send another, one of his men suddenly pushed the door open.

Astrid had a great time celebrating with Coco. At one point, Jerome went to her and asked, “Coco, Isaiah has been waiting for you at the entrance under the rain for five hours. Will you go see him? “I heard his medical condition flared up again a few days ago, and he had another operation done. He’s not doing well.” “No,” Coco declared firmly. After the party ended, Astrid took Coco downstairs and stumbled into Isaiah, who was still waiting outside. He had lost a lot of weight because of his illness, and his complexion had become sickly.

She shrugged, hating her lame answer. "That's normal." "Is this normal thought?" "What? You mean sitting around and waiting? Yeah, I'm afraid it is. Once, we sat on a tarmac for nearly fifty hours waiting for some guys to show up to make an exchange. Ideally we agree on a time, but in cases like these where the other party has the power, you wait." Tabby nodded and filed that information away. She turned her hand in his, threading their fingers together. He leaned a little closer. "I missed you last night."

Ten hours later, we landed safely on the other side of the ocean, in a world wide enough for us to breathe. The moment we turned our phones back on— both my daughter's phone and mine began buzzing wildly.