Those Who Wait Novels & Stories

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.

And waits. The debt can wait. The fight can wait. Everything can wait. For four years and nine months. Then the real story begins. END OF PART ONE

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.

"Without knowing what they were waiting for." The room was quiet. "How many people?" Finn asked. Roan looked at the letter again. "She didn't give a number," he said. "She said—enough." The word landed in the room with its full weight. Enough. People inside Merrick territory who had been told—by a woman with no formal standing, no structure, no name for what she was doing—to wait. To hold. To not give up. Because something was coming. The same instinct Maren had followed for twelve years.

five days later which was Valery and Jake's wedding, all her friends were with her throughout the night, and they gist till daybreak, Jake was In his house, and he has arrange everything needed for the wedding, and he was waiting for his parent's phone call, though many guests were not Invited because of the nature of their businesses, Valery Invited all her friends, neighbors, even though Jake told her not to Invite people, Valery still Invited more than enough guest.

“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?

The back-and-forth had become, over three months, something she was aware of wanting to continue when it wasn’t happening. FROM: piers.devaux@devaux-writes.fr TO: isadora.crane@literarybridge.co.uk SUBJECT: Chapter Seven The scene where Thomas waits for the letter. You have translated attendre as “wait.” This is correct and wrong. Attendre contains within it the waiting and the hoping. The English “wait” is neutral. You wait for a bus. Thomas is not waiting for a bus. He is in a state of suspended anticipation that has made him unable to do anything else.

The old man continued to explain frantically, “It was Miss Isabella! She’s been sending people to watch me this whole time… Mr. Deen, it really had nothing to do with me!” By the time Callum and I stepped through the door, that was the scene waiting for us.

I closed the door behind me and walked into the lounge area to find Miriam talking to an old gentleman, who appeared to be drinking coffee even though I could only see his back and side profile. I felt awkward thinking maybe Miriam didn't know I was coming back, so she decided to get her freak on. I greeted them without making eye contact and was about to make my escape when the man spoke up. "Miss Adams, I've been waiting for you." "Me?" I stepped in closer and only then realized him for who he was.

I had been secretly dating Vito, heir to the Carlisi family, for five years, yet we never went public. He said he had too many enemies, so he didn’t want me to become a target for assassination. On our fifth anniversary, I overheard a conversation from the study: "Vito really has a way with women. He even got Bianca, the Rossi family principessa, to keep their relationship secret for five years." "Sia is coming back soon. When she sees you showing up with Bianca, she's probably kicking herself right now." Sia was his childhood sweetheart, the one who had left the country after he chose someone else. The next day, Vito took me to Sia's birthday banquet just as expected, putting on a show of a