Those Who Wait Book Novels & Stories

Always waiting. •••••

Arian's pov By the time everyone had left, the silence that followed their departure was a stark contrast to the vibrant energy that had filled the hall just hours before. We, the book club members, waited behind. We stark the chairs neatly, but the floor was littered with discarded programs. While we waited for the cleaning service to do their magic, I took my stand at the makeshift podium. As I stood on the podium, I glanced at the familiar faces who waited. Almost all if not all of the book club members waited. It is a ritual to wait after a special event like this.

Sabatine was waiting. —

“That’s what’s confusing. I feel like we’re growing—but slowly. Quietly. And I don’t know how long this part lasts.” Waiting doesn’t threaten love directly. It threatens momentum. And momentum feels essential when you’ve been taught that progress should be visible, measurable, impressive. The world rewards motion. Speed. Milestones. Waiting looks like failure from the outside. But from the inside, it’s something else entirely. It’s restraint. It’s endurance. It’s trust without applause. There are days when impatience taps at my chest like an uninvited guest. How long will this take? What if waiting wastes time?

I finish Finn and Fiona, the last chapter, finally, the one I've been rationing, and I sit with the closed book in my lap and think about Fiona at her kitchen window with her hands in soapy water, realising the waiting wasn't a failing. It was preparation. Outside, the grey morning has become a grey afternoon. The house breathes its held breath. We wait. Steve has been missing since before my second attack. No one knows where he is, but we know he is coming. He won’t be far behind. He cannot be far behind. He is waiting for the perfect time to strike, and we are ready for him,m too. I am ready for him, ready to make him pay for everything.

A presence that was him, somewhere, reaching back. *I'm waiting.*

Somewhere in it Nyxara was compressing a three day timeline into one night. Somewhere in it forty three people were waiting for the thing they had been waiting three years for.And somewhere in it Edgar Stan was standing in the wrong place looking in the wrong direction.For now.

Warm. Only family, close friends, and coworkers were there. Wearing a white dress, I stood beside Everett in front of the pastor and made a promise that would last a lifetime. Sunlight streamed through the stained-glass windows, spilling across us in warm colors. As we exchanged rings, I caught sight of someone familiar. A man stood in the back corner of the church. Black suit. Thin. Gaunt. His eyes were locked on me. Like he wanted to carve my face into memory.

After Damian abandoned Noah and me for Sofia and Luca yet again, we finally learned to stop asking. He took them to family dinners and interviews, even let Luca sit in the seat that had always belonged to Noah. I stopped arguing. So did Noah. He gave the gold pistol that marked Noah as his heir to Luca as a birthday gift, and Noah simply nodded obediently and wished Luca a happy birthday. Three days later, Noah fell down the stairs and struck his head against a step. He lost consciousness and was taken to the hospital with a mild concussion. Damian arrived after I had already spent the night outside the emergency room. “Elena, why didn’t you call me? I’m Noah’s father too.” “It’s nothing ser

It's like someone who's been waiting for all of them for decades. others are saved.