The Waiting Game Book Novels & Stories

The monitors gave me angles; the real thing, flesh and breath, gave me truth. I set the glass down when the last sip remained and found that I wasn’t thirsty at all. I was waiting. Waiting for the next small noise, the next fracture, the next honest moment she didn’t mean to give me. Waiting, too, for the subtle misdirection of an ally I hadn’t yet met—someone whispering promises into the edges of her world. Those external players made the game more interesting. She had made a sound I’d been waiting for, and that was enough reason to relish the present. But the future was where the work was done.

Lloyd smiled calmly and intentionally twisted their words. When he looked at me, his eyes were filled with provocation. Despite being my girlfriend, Naomi said nothing and just kept watching short videos. I shook my head. “I lost, so I’ll accept the punishment.” Since Wendy did not answer the phone, I sent her a voice message. “Dating is more interesting than working. Do you want a boyfriend, Miss Clark?” I even attached a selfie. Everyone in the room fell into a strange state of silence. Naomi froze and shifted her eyes away from her phone to stare at me intensely.

I wait. Because this is where it starts. Not the kidnapping. Not the fear. The game. And I’m not losing it.

The wait wasn't over yet and this time it would be Nikaulas at the short end of this excruciating torture. .................. Please reward the book with gems for more updates.

And I had dared to defy him. But nothing happened. Hours had passed. Time stretched on, thick and oppressive, and yet no footsteps came to my door. No shout, no knock, no angry command. I couldn’t stop myself from waiting, though. Waiting for the sound of his boots against the floor, the door slamming open, his cold, venomous eyes locking onto mine. But there was nothing. The silence was maddening. What game was he playing? Was he giving me a false sense of hope? Or was it worse? Was he planning something even more agonizing for me?

She opened it to find a tall, scarred man with a permanent scowl. “Work starts now,” he barked, thrusting a thick book into her hands. She barely caught it, its weight nearly knocking her off balance. The words Rule Book were stamped in bold letters on the cover. “You’ve got one job,” the man growled, his voice low and dangerous. “Follow the rules. And don’t make me regret letting you live.” Wren’s grip tightened on the book as the door slammed shut. She swallowed the bile rising in her throat. This wasn’t survival. This was a game. And if she wanted to win, she’d have to play by their rules… until she could rewrite them.

Jocelyn glanced at him in surprise. Abel added in a hissy manner, “You don’t have to look at me like that. I’ve guessed as much. Dan and Moore the Second are at odds with one another. Moore the Second and Jim opened up a game company at the beginning of the year and created several small games. Unexpectedly, those small games became more and more popular and within six months, Dan’s game company had been overtaken.

When the waiter came,he discussed something with him. "0kay,Sir.Your job will be done."The waiter assured him with a positive smile . Abhinav nodded ,a huge smile on his face too. Amaira staring outside through the window while waiting for Abhinav. All of a sudden,all the lights became dim ,music changed into a romantic one.Amaira got astonished at sudden changed of environment and gazed around with amusement. Just then she heard a familiar voice on the mike. "People say'Waiting is a waste of time.Sometime it's not a waste of time , especially if the thing you're waiting for is worth it."the voice said.

It showed that he had just added me successfully. [Not bad! Jason took first place.] The group chat was as lively as a party. Everyone waited for Samuel to pay up. For a moment, the group chat went quiet. Then Samuel sent Jason a transfer of five thousand dollars to Jason. [My name is Samuel Sanders, and I am a man of my word.] The group chat burst into cheers. That five-thousand-dollar transfer made the game feel even more real. Everyone knew Samuel and I had been together for five years. I laughed at myself. It turned out that even five years of relationship could have a price tag placed on it.

I asked to borrow their printer. Happiness bubbled up inside me as I watched the machine print the agreement out. Outside, Sandra was still on the phone. She was impatiently pacing back and forth. She'd occasionally glance at me through the glass door. "Sorry to keep you waiting," I said somewhat apologetically after walking out of the cafe. It was quite the wait. The printer was a little finicky, and it took 15 minutes to print the agreement. This was probably the longest Sandra had ever waited for me throughout our past few years of marriage.