The Waiting Game Book Novels & Stories

I will celebrate today. The waiter came and asked me to order. " By the way? What is cooking in the kitchen? " " Nothing ma'am, but the cook will make whatever you want," he replied. " What do you mean that nothing is getting cooked. The people living next door haven't ordered anything? " " No ma'am, sir just asked me to bring three plates. " " Three plates?? Empty plates?? No food??" " Yes ma'am." Strange..... " Ok, get me Paneer Butter masala and 2 lachchha paranthas. "

He became the person Elijah had seen from the beginning, the person Elijah had trusted existed even when there was no evidence, the person Elijah had waited for. The waiting had been the thing. Elijah had waited. Through the contract and the months of proximity and the distance and the apology and the key and the proposal and the wedding and everything after, Elijah had waited. Not passively—actively, choosingly, with the full force of his attention and intention. Elijah had waited by staying. Elijah had waited by showing up. Elijah had waited by refusing to accept the Ice King as the whole story.

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.

“Ms. Cross… Mr. Hale is still downstairs.” I froze. “What?” “He says he’s waiting.” Of course he is. Persistent. Annoying. Infuriatingly consistent. I stood slowly, walking toward the window. From this height, the people below looked small. Insignificant. There he was patiently waiting pacing around.. “Let him wait,” I said calmly. “Yes, Ms. Cross.” I hung up and returned to my desk. If this was a game to him, fine. I’ve always been competitive. And this time?

Neither of them moved far from their seats. Lily noticed things in fragments: the scuffed floor beneath her shoes, the quiet hum of vending machines, the way Aaron’s thumb traced slow circles against her knuckles whenever her breathing hitched. She realized, dimly, that he hadn’t left her side once. Not to make a call. Not to sit elsewhere. Not to escape the waiting. Her mind drifted to another hospital. Another waiting room. Another young person left behind while the world continued moving cruelly forward. She looked at Aaron—really looked at him now.

Arden’s POV Waiting did something ugly to men like us. Not the ordinary kind of waiting, waiting for a meeting to start, waiting for a car to arrive, waiting for a delayed flight. I meant the kind of waiting that sat on your chest and pressed down until you couldn’t tell whether you were breathing or just surviving out of stubbornness. Waiting while a king lay in the ICU. Waiting while the palace tightened its locks and pretended everything was fine for the sake of optics. Waiting while the streets outside still smelled faintly of smoke and anger.

"Have you heard anything from Maude yet?" Orson took a long swig. "Nope." "She's just playing hard to get. Honestly, you spoiled her way too much before. That's why she doesn't know how to value you. "Trust me, Orson. Give it two weeks. She'll be back crawling. "Only you'd still have the patience to wait for her. "My account's been blocked as well, but the old alumni group chat is still alive. I'll shake things up and get her back within two weeks."

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."

Waiting. This was not over.

So far, all of the humans who knew kept their word and took a vow of secrecy. I watched as throngs of wolves gathered outside the pack house. My father had a gleam in his eyes, one that had faded over the years. This gave him a heady rush, toying with my life brought elation to him and that had my stomach roiling with rage. Miles and Orion stood side by side diligently awaiting their instructions for the first game. Their acute gazes never wavered from my father. I knew, from the pulsing set of their jaws, the thinned press of their lips, and their taut muscles that rigging the game for them to lose would be a difficult feat. Especially when they seemed dead set on doing the opposite.