The Ones We Wait For Novels & Stories

But if Permiton is right, if I'm truly meant to have four Ones, the matter is yet to be settled. The council members begin murmuring again, their earlier relief turning back to concern. My mother’s expression tightens, the worry returning to her eyes. She knows as well as I do that if I’m missing two Ones, it could mean that the barrier won’t be fully strengthened until they’re found. And who knows how long that could take? It’s already taken this long to find the first two. Akin reaches out, his hand finding mine beneath the table. His touch is warm and steady, grounding me in the midst of the uncertainty swirling around us. River, too, is watching me closely, his earlier frustration replac

"Now I'm gonna go nuts until I see you and we have this talk. How long do you think it'll take?" She explained she'd be telling her mom she and Maggie were going to hang out at Shelby's and possibly spend the night. Then the waiting started up again. Shelby's mom was out of town for the weekend, so Madeline said we could talk there, in Shelby's backyard where we'd have the privacy we needed. She texted me Shelby's address and said she'd text me to let me know when she got there. But I'd done enough waiting today. As soon as I changed, I pushed my way out the front door on a mission. If I had to wait, I'd do it at Shelby's where I wouldn't have to wait even a minute longer once she got there.

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?"

"Waiting for us to merge. Waiting for us to be... ready." Ready for what? The screen blinks one last time. PREPARE FOR UPLINK.

Somewhere out there, a man who was believed to be dead for years had come back with an army. Waiting. Watching. Coming for us.

"What if we're not ready?" "We're not. Nobody is." He took my hand. "But we'll figure it out. Like everything else." Isabella yawned. Tiny. Perfect. Ours. "Yeah," I said. "We will." Outside, morning arrived. Inside, we waited. One more night. Maybe two. Then forever started.

:| At least, let me know that you’re alright. :| And also maybe… if we’re alright. She was waiting patiently with eyes wide open. Five minutes. Twenty minutes. One hour. Until someone on the other side was typing. Her eyes sparkled, expecting to receive a hopeful message.

“Well, you should come with us tonight and get to know the area a little better. We are going out.” Vincent rolled his eyes and stood between the two so he faced both of them, Connor still bouncing excitedly at Landon’s side. “Seriously? You came in here to invite yourself to the club? What do you guys need?” Connor chuckled, trying to lighten the mood. “What’s gotten you all twisted up, Vince. Just chill. We were checking to see if the new machines ate approved yet.” “You know I will tell you when they’re done, Connor,” Vince ground out.

"Where are you going? It's a Sunday." "I need to call a realtor, my son and I are about to be homeless. I need to do house shopping." "House hunting Neon, it a never shopping. You making it sound like you buying clothes." "Yes. House hunting." We walked down the stairs and Simon stood waiting for us. "Would you like something to eat Sir, breakfast is ready." "Coffee will be fine for me, thanks, Simon." When we sat at the table, Adelita sat across from me. I took out my phone and checked if I had any messages, but none that mattered. Meghan hadn't sent anything.

We found a place to sit, and we all huddled together, waiting patiently for the result. Time seemed to stretch on endlessly as we exchanged nervous glances and silent prayers. "I pray it works." Chloe's voice broke the silence, her words laced with uncertainty, I nodded in agreement, my thoughts consumed by the same sentiment. Minutes turned into what felt like hours, every passing second intensifying the anticipation. The room seemed to hold its breath, as if it, too, was anxiously awaiting the outcome. My mind raced with possibilities, my heart yearning for a positive result.