Those Who Wait Novels & Stories

"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."

Waiting for the next take. Forever.

For four years of marriage, Cillian Newberry's catchphrase had always been "wait." Traveling could wait until he wrapped up his work. Celebrating our wedding anniversary could wait until his meeting was over. Visiting my parents back in my hometown could wait until he had the time. Today was my birthday. I made sure to ask him two weeks in advance if he would be home for dinner. After he promised me he would be there, I spent the entire afternoon preparing his favorite dishes and waited for him to come home. However, I waited from six o'clock until nine, but he never showed. Then, an entertainment news broadcast caught my attention. [The CEO of Newberry Corporation was spotted pickin

She shrugged, hating her lame answer. "That's normal." "Is this normal thought?" "What? You mean sitting around and waiting? Yeah, I'm afraid it is. Once, we sat on a tarmac for nearly fifty hours waiting for some guys to show up to make an exchange. Ideally we agree on a time, but in cases like these where the other party has the power, you wait." Tabby nodded and filed that information away. She turned her hand in his, threading their fingers together. He leaned a little closer. "I missed you last night."

Five people in a training room, waiting in the specific way of people who understand that some things need to finish in their own time and the best thing to offer that time is simply to be present somewhere nearby. The light continues moving. Nobody speaks. We don't need to.

The man who just turned to look at her said. "What is left of us to do now? What and who are we waiting for?" Another member asked the group of men who were standing in a circular form. "We are waiting for the general. We haven't heard from him since last night. What is keeping him this long? Time is running out come on, we don't have much time left." The third man in the circle replied. "Exactly. What is keeping them this long? Haven't they gathered what they need already?" The fifth man asked.

Ivory said frostily. Wilson's heart throbbed painfully. But it was as Ivory had said—he was the cause of all this. He had no one to blame but himself. "It's okay," he said. "I know this path is a challenging one, but I'm willing to wait. I'll wait for the day when your anger fades and you accept me again."

She wa stunning out of patience and she’s rather be sleeping than staying up waiting for someone to show up when she feels like. Maisey remained silent, his dark and foreboding eyes watching every corner of the dark cavern, waiting for the first glimpse of just her shadow. They were all waiting for Susu, and they were running out of patience as time went by. Maisey was doing his very best to not let his intrusive thoughts win and he definitely didn’t want to think of Susu in that light so he was going to do what every other normal person would have done, wait for her and give her the benefit of doubt. After tonight, he would warn her about coming late like she was the one calling the shots h

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