Wait For It Novel Novels & Stories

His lashes long and dark against his cheeks, one tiny hand clutching the edge of her sleeve as if afraid to drift too far. Daniel sat on the floor beside her, back against the crib. His shoulder brushed her knee, and Theodore’s head rested against her chest as he floated between waking and dreams. In Sophia’s hands lay a book. Not just any book — their book. Handmade. Bound in soft leather. The title pressed in delicate gold script: The Girl Who Waited, and the Man Who Finally Found Her. She turned the first page and began to read, her voice warm and low, colored with memory.

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

"Mr. Johnson, who's Mr. Rivera asking you to check on? Maybe I know them." "Oh, right. You're all from Walden College. It's a woman whose name is Rowena Colson." He even helpfully flipped the printed photo over for me to see. The young woman in the image wore a pale layer of powder, but a dark birthmark clung to her skin like a monstrous claw, impossible to ignore. Ewan was looking for me! The thought lodged in my chest like a thorn, making me increasingly uneasy. So, when I was called into Ewan's office the following noon, I was still a little out of it. While I made his coffee, I could feel the chill in his gaze, threaded with heavy scrutiny.

"Catherine, did you really have to push Lena this far? She's spent too long on the battlefield—she doesn't understand proper manners. And we're just brothers in arms. There's no need to keep doubting us." I let out a dry laugh. I touched the new silver bracelet on my wrist and spoke coldly. "Just because I'm not married, Sebastian, doesn't mean I've lost my senses all these years." As I finished speaking, Charles walked into the room—leading a small child by the hand. The boy was about five years old. "You stopped writing to me in your second year at the border," I said. "Do you know this child?" A flicker of panic crossed Sebastian's eyes. He said nothing. He just shook his head.

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

Camila smiled faintly this time, and the expression looked more honest than any smile she had worn before. “I don’t know yet. Somewhere this city can’t follow me.” I stood up quickly. “Camila—” “Don’t miss the game tomorrow,” she interrupted softly. “He waited thirteen years for that seat to be filled.” She turned as if to leave, then stopped once more. “And Clara?” “Yes?” “When he looks at you tomorrow, don’t look away.” Her smile trembled slightly. “I saw what it did to him every time you did.” Then she walked away.

Lane left because she found out and got heartbroken? Someone even deliberately tagged me again. I stared at it, confused, and typed a question mark: [Was there such a thing? I honestly didn’t know about it.] Then, they started sending me videos.

But as much as I want to stay with her until she wakes up, I have things that must be done but on the brighter side, it will be only a matter of time, she'll bare my name soon. ____________ Stay tune for the next chapter. Until then...

“Bleiz, by the time you see this letter, I will have already left. As for where I went, I don’t know either, but you won’t find me. As for why I left, the reason is simple: I don’t want to wait anymore.” “I don’t understand. How much longer do I have to wait for you to take me away? Will you one day lie to me and say that I have to wait for your and Mona’s child to grow up, get married, and have children, or wait until you’ve grown old with her before you leave with me?” “Bleiz, my youth is also limited. I don’t want to continue waiting for you based on an empty promise that has no end in sight. Let’s say goodbye here. We will never meet again.”

“Alright, Colter. Could you wait for me? My work is about done. Don’t disappear or walk away from me, alright?!” Colter nodded and gave her a wide smile, his joy was now obvious due to this small victory and as he watched Vida turn her back and return to Burn’s, he promised himself he would wait, even if it took eternities and the end of the world, he would wait for Vida to come out of this tavern that she worked in. Vida Burn’s, New York City