Those Who Wait Novels & Stories

Every tick of the clock felt like a countdown. ! I sat there, waiting, my fingers gripping the edge of the table so tight they hurt. Daniel didn’t speak again. He just stood there, watching the door like a guard waiting for a signal. The storm outside rumbled, lightning flashing faintly through the fogged glass. I took a shaky breath, my heart pounding. Whoever he was waiting for… whoever wanted to talk to me… they hadn’t arrived yet. And all I could do was sit there, waiting for the door to open. Just then, CRACK-

We stand together at the window and wait and the bond hums its quiet frequency and somewhere across Silverveil a woman is eating her breakfast and listening to her son explain something about watchtower drainage systems and deciding, in her own time, what comes next. We keep waiting. We have gotten very good at waiting.

At school, I had a nickname. They called me "Mister Wait-Your-Turn." I waited for the sneakers my brother had grown tired of, the backpack my sister thought was ugly, and the phones my parents had already cracked the screens of. Even when it came to taking a shower, I had to wait until everyone else was done. A week ago, Mom had promised me, "On the day of your college entrance exam, you won't have to wait your turn for the shower." So when I finally stumbled into the bathroom, drenched in sweat and smelling awful, I thought my turn had finally come. I was halfway through working up a lather when someone started pounding on the door. "Come out. Let your brother go in." My eyes stung,

and informed her that I was eagerly awaiting her arrival. Taking a seat at an empty table, I observed the bustling cafe. A waitress approached, inquiring if I desired anything in particular. Politely declining, I informed her that I was simply waiting for someone. Time seemed to stretch on as I anxiously awaited Rachel's arrival, my impulsive nature growing restless. I couldn't help but wonder why women always seemed to keep others waiting.

“They’re doing everything they can.” Lily swayed. Aaron’s arm came around her waist instantly, firm and unyielding, holding her upright as the world tilted dangerously. “Can we see her?” Lily asked desperately. “I’m afraid not right now,” the nurse said. “You’ll need to wait here. A doctor will update you as soon as the surgery is complete.” Wait. The word felt cruel. They were directed to the waiting area, a wide room lined with identical plastic chairs that offered no comfort and no privacy. Lily sat stiffly, hands clenched in her lap, eyes locked on the double doors at the far end of the corridor.

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.

, it's still so early and the diner's barely opened, maybe because he wants to see you? Ohhh, don't be silly Venessa, why will he do that?. I was so caught up with my thoughts when I heard the door creak opened, but I didn't bother to look up as I thought it could be any of my co workers finally coming. But boy, I was so wrong. Are you guys for the next chapter??? Vote Comment Follow.

Thank God, now he would be here any time. " Hey Sahil, ask Sagar, when is he coming? Tell him to come fast, I am really hungry. I have to go to court after that. He must be nearby... Let's order and by the time he would come, the food would also be delivered. " " I will call him," said Sahil and called him. " Hey, Sagar ........ Where are you?? We all are waiting for you to join us for lunch........ But...we were waiting...... Ok ... even I can't refuse the invitation from an extremely beautiful girl. Enjoy your lunch... " Sahil was grinning.

Mira added. That word sat heavy. Not yet. Kael stood beside me, close enough to feel, far enough to respect the space I had chosen. “They’re waiting for her,” someone whispered from the back. Not quietly enough. Not far enough. I turned slightly. “Say it louder.” The elder froze. Then straightened. “They’re waiting for you,” he repeated. “Why?” another voice cut in. “What does she have that calls them?” More whispers. More eyes. All on me.