The Wait Book Novelas e Histórias

“They’re doing everything they can.” Lily swayed. Aaron’s arm came around her waist instantly, firm and unyielding, holding her upright as the world tilted dangerously. “Can we see her?” Lily asked desperately. “I’m afraid not right now,” the nurse said. “You’ll need to wait here. A doctor will update you as soon as the surgery is complete.” Wait. The word felt cruel. They were directed to the waiting area, a wide room lined with identical plastic chairs that offered no comfort and no privacy. Lily sat stiffly, hands clenched in her lap, eyes locked on the double doors at the far end of the corridor.

Her heart begged her to turn back, her wolf protesting from every foot she tried to put between her and her mate, but she pressed on, sprinting from his beckoning lips before she couldn’t control herself. Follow the link to read on about Laurence and Eva's experience! If you liked this book, you will not be disappointed. https://www.goodnovel.com/book_info/31000001893/Werewolf/Worth-Searching-For

The man kept twisting his hands nervously over his thighs while waiting for someone he would meet this afternoon. Waiting is not his hobby. He always hated waiting. But waiting for someone who had given him wealth, wasn't something he could argue about. He was willing to wait for hours if it had to be someone who had given him wealth through the books he published.

There were only two seats left at the company dinner. One was in the corner, and the other was beside my secret boyfriend of three years, Julian Locke. I had barely taken a step forward when Julian called out to my best friend, Capri Leigh. "Capri, sit here." My coworkers immediately squealed with excitement. The group chat went wild too. "They look so good together. Just seeing them sitting next to each other is a treat!" "Has Mr. Locke ever asked someone to sit with him before?" "I bet he's got a thing for Capri. I don't care. I'm shipping them anyway!" Throughout the dinner, Julian avoided even looking at me to keep people from getting suspicious. Even when a server burned my ha

The caption read: [After all the wrong turns, it was always you. I tapped the screen and hit Like. Then I set my phone aside and started packing. A few minutes later, the screen lit up again. Message after message from Sawyer. The same reassurances. The same familiar words. I didn't even bother reading them. I silenced my phone and tossed it aside.

(Author’s POV) Ruby remained trapped in darkness long after the mysterious man left the room. The warmth of his touch still lingered on her cold fingers. His voice echoed repeatedly inside her mind, ‘I’ve loved you for five years. I’ll wait’. Her heart still fluttered uncontrollably remembering the tenderness in his tone. Everything felt unreal. Just moments ago, she had awakened to the horrifying truth that she had been unconscious for two years. Before she could even process that shock, an unknown man had entered her darkness like warmth in winter and confessed feelings so deep they made her chest ache.

Finding it ironic, I softly said, "Gloria's right—it's just a meal, after all." It was just a meal. This wasn't the first time it had happened, anyway. Francesca threw a party the night before she left the country. I was burning with a fever at home, barely conscious. Ian answered with a drunken slur when I called. Upon hearing my request for him to take me to the hospital, he snapped, "I'm just out for dinner! Did you really have to call me repeatedly?" On our fifth wedding anniversary, he delayed telling me his flight details. It wasn't until dinner had gone cold and the restaurant was closing that he finally picked up the video call.

I took three weeks of sick leave and locked myself in my room. Mom assumed that something had set me off, and knocked on my door after some time. "How about we just call off the transfer, honey?" I didn't even lift my head. "Give me three days' time, Mom. In three days, I'm going to shut everyone up." I'd long forgotten all the knowledge I'd learned in high school, but fortunately, my foundations were still solid. I spread out texts on Amerasian and Borisian literature, as well as some writing guides. Then, I used the Lakernel note-taking method to reorganize the key points. The study methods I'd picked up while preparing for my GMATs were now coming in handy.

"Why don't you explain what kind of person my boyfriend is in detail? You're just a waiter. What gives you the right to judge your customers?" She was dressed in high-end designer clothes and had an authoritative presence. The waiter's attitude completely changed when he saw her. He even adjusted his collar and flashed what he thought was a charming smile. "Miss, I'm so sorry, it's all just a misunderstanding. Our manager is busy and not in the store at the moment. How about I serve you food first? Don't let some poor guy ruin your mood." As he softened his voice, he subtly flexed what little muscle he had while trying to impress her. It made my blood boil.

That night, after calmly arranging his affairs, I took sleeping pills and lay down next to him. “I’ll be with you soon.” When I opened my eyes again, there was a blinding white light. “Are you okay?” I shot upright and realized I was leaning over my desk. The girl next to me was wiping tears from her cheeks, choking on her sobs. “Emma just went off with Callum. Ugh, finally, love triumphs over everything.” My eyes widened as I looked down at the novel in front of me. It was open to the chapter titled “Please Wait for Me.” The illustration showed him holding my hand, standing by the sea, supporting each other through life.