The Waiting Room Play Novels & Stories

Seven years with a photographer, and I don't have a single decent photo of myself. "I only shoot landscapes, not people," my boyfriend, Dwayne Norton, always tells me. He even claims he broke up with his ex because she kept forcing him to take her picture. So, for seven years, I play nice. I never ask and never push. Until today, when I'm scrolling through social media and see a post from my influencer best friend, Aviana Reed. "My personal photographer has been shooting me for seven years. Every single shot is a masterpiece!" In the comments, there's a reply, "It's an honor to shoot my muse." The profile picture is pitch black. The tone is so familiar it leaves me completely numb.

"You called me a spoiled princess who wouldn't last five minutes in the real world." "You hacked my team's group chat and sent my rookie hazing photos to the entire athletic department." Ivy Chen and Nate Callahan have history. Bad history. So when a reality TV show, a brother's scholarship, and one NHL reputation crisis collapses them into the same luxury off-campus house, fake dating, shared bed, live cameras it should be simple. Pretend. Survive. Walk away. Except Ivy already knows something she can't unknow: her anonymous 2 a.m. best friend, the one she's been trading secrets and stupid hockey memes with for months, the one who feels like the safest person she's never met is

My husband was on a business trip when his plane crashed, leaving a final message. He said he didn’t want to hold me back and wanted me to terminate the pregnancy and start over. I couldn’t stop crying. That’s when I heard my son’s voice from inside me. “Mom, stop crying. Dad isn’t dead at all. “He’s just scum. Behind your back, he’s running off with his true love. They’ve eloped abroad for their honeymoon. “I know where his little stash is. While he’s not back yet, let’s grab the money and disappear. We’re set for life!”

Wren Hart believed that loyalty was supposed to mean something. At the age of twenty-two, she would do anything for the people she loved, especially her fragile twin sister, Elizabeth. But within weeks, her entire world comes crumbling down... ~~~ I looked down and our eyes met. He’d been watching me the entire time. My breath caught firmly in my throat and he lifted his head just enough to speak, his breath heated against my wet folds. “Good girl. Go on, don’t hold back your sounds. Let daddy hear how much you love getting this pussy eaten.” Oh my fuck! “D-Daddy?” He licked me again, slow, teasing, his tongue rolling a slow and torturous circle over my clit. “Say it again.”

"How can there be a perfect choice in this world—one that betrays neither the Sandharan Order nor the one you love?" It's a romantic line, but it has nothing to do with Rosalie Stone. Her fiance, Bradley Wakefield, is a man revered like Sandhara himself, but it's not because of her that he leaves the Sandharan Order. She thinks he will never fall in love. But later, she learns that it's just her that he won't fall for. And so, she gives up on him. She gives herself seven days to forget about Bradley.

Being the best is a requirement for me. When it comes to this, I am the best. Unlike others, I can move quickly. As for me, I'm quite robust. I have a high IQ. Many professional teams are interested in signing me because I am the starting goalkeeper for my high school's soccer squad. My teammates will follow my every order as long as I am captain. Girls urge me to add them to my list of s*x partners. To avoid my father's anger, I just need to make it to the professional league and play for the best team in the world. I am Williams Phanuel, and I have made sure that everything in existence is centered on me. I've got my eye on the new girl in class; it'll only be a matter of time until

The first time I met him, he was lying in the recovery room after surgery, looking weak and lifeless. But strangely, my heart skipped in a way I hadn't felt in three years. I tried to act professional, but every time I stood beside him to check his vital signs or give his medications, my heart reacted in ways I couldn't explain. I couldn't even look him in the face without feeling shy. One small moment led to another until I finally gathered the courage to ask him for his number. But as his recovery improved and his discharge day approached, I couldn't stop asking myself one question: Would our story end at the hospital, or was this just the beginning?

When Avery Cole planned a graduation trip with her long-time boyfriend, she expected a romantic proposal under the stars. Instead, she caught him cheating the night before their flight. Determined not to waste the money, Avery embarks on the trip alone, only to face a string of misfortunes. Her worst humiliation? Being walked in on while pleasuring herself… by a stranger… who turns out to be the rightful occupant of her hotel room. Since every other room is fully booked, the smoking-hot stranger offers to share the space for the night. One poker game turns into strip poker, which turns into a night of passion Avery can’t forget. She leaves her number, hoping he’ll call, but he never do

This novel contains explicit sexual content and depictions of violence. Reader discretion is strongly advised. **************** College rugby star Andre Williams only has one rule: win at any cost. It is how he stays the golden boy, how he keeps the Bay Tigers on top, and how he keeps his life clean enough to survive the season. Then Richard O’Reilly arrives. No one seems to know where he has come from, only that he is too good, too calm, and too threatening to Andre, who until now has always been the one on top. Richard is not just talented at rugby, he is mysterious and hard to read. He keeps his past sealed up tight because he is hiding something that could blow his life

Everyone thinks Jimmy Hudson, my college roommate, is the typical brutally honest and socially clueless guy who just has zero filter sometimes. A friend and I meet up to go boxing and practice our hooks, but he calls it a hookup when texting the group chat about it. He even nonchalantly says he won't be deleting his message. When I meet my boxing buddy, he says I'm meeting my hookup buddy. He even has the nerve to say, "It's just a joke. Don't be overly sensitive and read so much into it." Thanks to a few more of his dirty tricks, my reputation is ruined, and the entire class ostracizes me. But Jimmy doesn't stop there. He slips sleeping pills into my drink, which leads me to miss an exa