The Ones We Wait For Novels & Stories

The specific warmth of a man who has exactly what he wants and has learned to carry it steadily rather than grasp it. I lean against him. "Twelve years until Haven chooses," I say. "Twelve years to prepare." "The Old Ones are waiting." "The alliance is growing." "The Council is changing." "One vote at a time," he says. "One vote at a time," I agree. The stars turn slowly overhead. Somewhere in the pack house Haven sleeps with Oliver's gold light beside her, the two of them already dreaming whatever children like them dream. The eastern tree line is dark and quiet.

LUCAS POV Two months later Hundreds of caps flew in the air as we finally graduated. Everyone was estatic. Olivia came crashing into me as I lifted her up with a chuckle ..... "I can't wait for tomorrow" she says. Yup finally I'll be becoming alpha and my two best friends Raphael and Nathan are going gonna be my beta's and I pray to the moon goddess I feel my spark with Olivia tomorrow, she has been so worried about it and I've been trying to calm her down but I'll be lying if I said it didn't scare the hell out of me.

"He is just the loudest one." "How many of these are the same people as the ones who are waiting to decide?" I ask. "Some overlap," Rowan says. "Not all. The ones who are waiting are keeping their opinions quieter. These on the list are the ones who have already decided and are not hiding it." "I want a second list," I say. "The ones who have said nothing hostile and nothing positive. Just nothing." Rowan looks at me. "Why?"

“They’re out there, waiting for us…” “And I’m about to make you cum all over my fingers, so they can wait a little longer.”

"Mr. Johnson, who's Mr. Rivera asking you to check on? Maybe I know them." "Oh, right. You're all from Walden College. It's a woman whose name is Rowena Colson." He even helpfully flipped the printed photo over for me to see. The young woman in the image wore a pale layer of powder, but a dark birthmark clung to her skin like a monstrous claw, impossible to ignore. Ewan was looking for me! The thought lodged in my chest like a thorn, making me increasingly uneasy. So, when I was called into Ewan's office the following noon, I was still a little out of it. While I made his coffee, I could feel the chill in his gaze, threaded with heavy scrutiny.

The pain in my heart could wait. “We will attack. We will not wait until they find out. We will attack now and they won't expect

The old man continued to explain frantically, “It was Miss Isabella! She’s been sending people to watch me this whole time… Mr. Deen, it really had nothing to do with me!” By the time Callum and I stepped through the door, that was the scene waiting for us.

He had never seen Olliver talk to anyone like that before ever. "I did wait. But it was painful to watch you pretending to jot down and work on something that I know would take at least another thirty-four hours." The stranger said, surprising Smith once again. How did this man know what they were working on and how long they had to wait for any reaction? "It's called getting accurate details throughout the experiment. Of course, you wouldn't know anything about that since you barely ever walk out of your office. You might get fat very soon if don't watch out…"

And Stark looks at me the way he used to, with uncomplicated love and devotion. I wake with tears on my face, mourning a reality that never was and can never be. "Third day," Finn announces at dawn. "They should be returning soon." Should be. If they're alive. If they succeeded. If a hundred different things didn't go catastrophically wrong. We spend the morning preparing. Cleaning weapons. Checking supplies. Reinforcing wards. Anything to keep busy while we wait. Noon passes. Then afternoon. The sun begins its descent toward the horizon, and still no sign of our teams.

and that word lingered longer than anything else, because pending means unfinished, unresolved, waiting. Waiting for the moment it decides again. And next time, it won’t ask.