Novel & Cerita The Ones We Wait For

“Start it June 3rd. 9:01 AM. CEO. And Dada. And ‘just us.’ All of it.” “All of it,” I said. _Beep. Beep. Beep._ Midnight. My watch. May 14th. Day 39. Not fear. Not waiting. Just us. *

Somewhere in it Nyxara was compressing a three day timeline into one night. Somewhere in it forty three people were waiting for the thing they had been waiting three years for.And somewhere in it Edgar Stan was standing in the wrong place looking in the wrong direction.For now.

He turned sharply towards one of the staff, his tone dropping into a demanding register. "Has everyone arrived?" The girl looked down at her digital tablet, her fingers frantically tapping against the screen as she checked the entry logs. She swallowed hard, looking up with a visibly nervous expression. "No, sir. We are still missing one of the finalists. One person has still not cleared the security checkpoint”. The director’s frown deepened, a flash of severe irritation crossing his features, bringing him to the very verge of getting openly angry. In an event of this magnitude, waiting, tardiness was an unforgivable insult to the committee.

For four years of marriage, Cillian Newberry's catchphrase had always been "wait." Traveling could wait until he wrapped up his work. Celebrating our wedding anniversary could wait until his meeting was over. Visiting my parents back in my hometown could wait until he had the time. Today was my birthday. I made sure to ask him two weeks in advance if he would be home for dinner. After he promised me he would be there, I spent the entire afternoon preparing his favorite dishes and waited for him to come home. However, I waited from six o'clock until nine, but he never showed. Then, an entertainment news broadcast caught my attention. [The CEO of Newberry Corporation was spotted pickin

I am ready. The response came quickly. The cooling-off period will end in three weeks. After that, the mate bond separation will be finalized. Three weeks. I placed the phone down and lay back on the bed and stared at the ceiling. Three weeks until I was free. Three weeks until I walked out of this place and never looked back. Three weeks until I became someone else. I closed my eyes and felt the power stir beneath my skin. Soon. End of Chapter 17

Valery said, and she asked, "are you making the bank transfer today?" "Yeah, just give me one hour, I will transfer the money Into your bank account" Jake said, "Failure to do the transfer on time might lead to serious destruction" Valery said, "I promise you, I will make the bank transfer on time" Jake said, "Waiting for you" Valery said, and she ended up with the phone conversations, and she walked Into the house,

"Every day we wait is a day they know we found it." "Every day we wait is also a day Fen gets closer to tracing the reception. That trace is worth more than anything we'd get from kicking down a door three states east on a hunch." "It's not a hunch. It's a live drop with a laptop that's still logging transfers."

It was strangely quiet in the confined space, so I tried to start a conversation to avoid awkwardness. "How about some music?" A rather melancholic tune started playing right then. 'Oh, can't you see it, baby? 'You've got me going crazy~ 'Wherever you go~ 'Whatever you do~ 'I will be right here waiting for you~' I was a little surprised that the frosty bigwig would be playing such a sentimental love song on loop. "I really didn't peg you for a fan, Mr. Graham."

Having high hopes but still anticipating the fears written on both our faces. “Kelvin, hold on, we are coming for you.” I whispered underneath my breath. “We are coming.”

Minutes bled into hours. We waited. For breath. For flicker. For miracle. And we didn’t let go. Not once. Not ever.