Those Who Wait Novels & Stories

I stood at the front of them and looked at the range of faces, the accumulated decades and centuries in the room, the specific quality of people who had been existing carefully for long enough to have developed a considerable patience for waiting. “The waiting is done,” I said. “What Ethan has been building is ready to be used. We are the thing between what he has built and the moment he uses it. That means we move now, not when it’s comfortable, not when we have more information than we have.” I looked at them. “Be ready. The call will come within days and it will not come with a long lead time.” They dispersed.

With a nod of assurance, Rudra turned to Veer and said, "We need to wait for someone. They will help us unravel this mystery." Veer's curiosity peaked at Rudra's cryptic statement. "Who are we waiting for?" Veer inquired, his eagerness tinged with impatience. Rudra's gaze held a glint of intrigue as he asked, "What about your team, Veer? Are they on their way?" Veer's expression softened with understanding as he replied, "Yes, they're en route. They should be here soon." The anticipation in the air was palpable as Veer and Rudra awaited the arrival of their respective allies. The minutes stretched on, each passing second filled with a sense of urgency and anticipation.

I am a person who is going to wait. I am a person who is going to wait, and I am going to wait, and I am going to wait, until the man I love comes home and says the thing he wrote on the sticky note, in the way that men say things out loud to women they love when the men are ready to say the things out loud. I am a person who is going to wait. To be continued...

A city that has been whole. Holding itself. Waiting — not desperately, not with the held-breath quality of the cities we have helped — but waiting the way things wait when they know what they are waiting for and trust that it will come. "It's been waiting," Neva says. "Yes," I say. "Not in distress," she says. "Not damaged or deteriorating or under pack interference. Just—" She pauses. "Waiting for the right Warden. The way the cartographer's chamber waited. The way the warm stone waited. The way the city of Caldenveil waited."

She pulled the curtains shut quickly, pressing her back to the wall, but the image of them lingered, those patient silhouettes, eyes lifted toward the building, toward them. “They’re still there?” Selene asked in a whisper. “Yes,” Maya murmured. “Always. One group leaves, another comes. They don’t even bother hiding it now.” Kira cursed under her breath and paced the small apartment like a caged animal. Lucy sat silently on the couch, her knees drawn up, her fingers digging crescents into her skin. She didn’t ask. She didn’t need to. She knew. “They’re waiting for Vince’s word,” Kira muttered. “And when it comes, they’ll come through that door like wolves.”

He looked at me, his voice calm, and somehow that was more suffocating than any outburst. "And besides, it's only an engagement party. The actual wedding is still a long way off." "There's no reason to rush like this." I looked at him, and suddenly I smiled. "But what if I just want to rush?" Julian's face darkened at once. "You've already waited ten years. What's a few more days?" I said nothing. But he seemed to have finally lost his patience. "Elena, lately you've done nothing but push." "Sometimes I even start to think it isn't me you're in such a hurry for."

"The one Voss's people used, or the other." "The other. The one that's never been touched by anyone I've ever traced." He held my eyes a moment longer than the question needed. "Whoever's behind it, it isn't Voss's old network waking up stale. It's something that's been asleep on purpose, waiting for a specific signal, and three days ago it started listening for one."

WARNING!!!!! SEXUAL CONENT BELOW. SKIP IF UNCOMFORTABLE!!! OR SCROLL TO THE LAST IN CASE YOU FEEL YOU'LL MISS SOMETHING IMPORTANT!!!! They say, good things come to all those who wait. It is not entirely true or false in my situation. I did wait. Painfully.

Clad in a haute couture black suit, Jason stood at the door to welcome the guests, his face slightly pale. He kept glancing at the entrance from time to time. He was waiting for Charlotte. Susan wore a red gown. She hooked her arm around Jason's and flashed a bright smile. "Jason, will Charlotte actually come? If she's here, should I leave?" "It's fine." Jason adjusted his cuff, his gaze determined. "If she comes, it means that she's admitted to her mistake. So, I'll let this slide."

Her waiting. The flat waiting. The bowl waiting on the hallway shelf. The space kept warm. She was glad people had known when to wait. End of chapter 97