The Wait Book Novels & Stories

My boyfriend never stayed up late, yet he pulled an all-nighter just to watch the sunrise with my best friend. He insisted it was for work and told me to stop overthinking it. Felix Grant and I had been together for seven years, but I never knew where I stood with him. I stuck with him when he had nothing and helped him build his company from scratch. But in all those years, he'd never spent more than a hundred dollars on a gift for me. He said having money didn't mean we should start wasting it. So I limited myself to less than a thousand dollars a month. Then he spent a fortune at an auction on a necklace just to make Gracie smile. My eyes stung with anger. "Lixi, how is this fair?" He fro

"Aww a mini Lance. That's so adorable. And what's the book about." "About a girl falling for someone unexpected. The same guy that told her on her worst day that, one day a stranger will walk into her life and will flip her world upside down. And it will make her realize as to why it never worked out with anyone else but him." I smiled while looking at him in the crowd. "The book is called, My Personal BodyGuard. Based on true events." I smiled. Once my interview was over there was a meet and greet. I walked over there and there was a big line. It lasted about 2 hours.

, it's still so early and the diner's barely opened, maybe because he wants to see you? Ohhh, don't be silly Venessa, why will he do that?. I was so caught up with my thoughts when I heard the door creak opened, but I didn't bother to look up as I thought it could be any of my co workers finally coming. But boy, I was so wrong. Are you guys for the next chapter??? Vote Comment Follow.

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.

"The book knows." "Trust it." "I do." She paused. "It's strange though. Feeling the book wait." "It's not the book waiting," he said. "It's you. The book is ready. You need the experience first." She looked at him. "That's more accurate," she said. "Systems again." He almost smiled. "I understand waiting for the right conditions." "The omelette." "The burner needed to be right." "The fourteenth is my burner," she said. "And then the chapter."

My fiancé, Alpha Rowan, hated waiting. If a pack council ran late, he walked out. If a priest kept him waiting ten minutes, he canceled the blessing. For six years, I made sure he never waited for me. I waited for him instead. At the Full Moon Celebration, his assistant Celine wanted moon-laurel wine that was served only when the moon reached its highest point. Rowan stood in line with her for twenty minutes without checking the time once. While I watched from across the hall, he texted me. [The celebration is over. Go home. Do not wait for me.] I typed, “Okay,” then deleted it. In the end, I sent only one sentence. [I'm not waiting anymore.] That night, I submitted my application to leav

"Catherine, did you really have to push Lena this far? She's spent too long on the battlefield—she doesn't understand proper manners. And we're just brothers in arms. There's no need to keep doubting us." I let out a dry laugh. I touched the new silver bracelet on my wrist and spoke coldly. "Just because I'm not married, Sebastian, doesn't mean I've lost my senses all these years." As I finished speaking, Charles walked into the room—leading a small child by the hand. The boy was about five years old. "You stopped writing to me in your second year at the border," I said. "Do you know this child?" A flicker of panic crossed Sebastian's eyes. He said nothing. He just shook his head.

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."

Aunt Theresa walked me to security and stopped behind the barrier. “Call me when you land,” she said. “I will.” I passed through security and entered the waiting area alone. Boarding had not started yet, so I found a seat beside the window. Outside, runway lights blinked steadily through the dark. My phone rested in my hand. The number was gone now, disconnected, and Sebastian had no way to call me. Still, I made the mistake of opening an old social media account I had not touched in years. Notifications flooded the screen, but I ignored all of them until I saw the newest message request.

"I am sure." "What is it." "It is a book. A memoir. The one I started writing. The one Dr. Cross suggested. I finished it. A few weeks ago. I have been carrying it around. Waiting for the right time." "And now is the right time?" "I do not know. But I am tired of waiting for the right time. The right time does not exist. There is only now. And now I am asking you to read it." I look at the house. The study window is dark.