Novel & Cerita Wait For Me Novel

He turned and left without another look back. Ivory waited for him through the night, but he never came back. The iciness of the water seeped into her bones, yet the aphrodisiac was still eating away at her from inside. She felt like countless ants were gnawing at her body. The water's iciness couldn't get rid of the heat inside her—it could only temporarily keep her lucid. She was burning inside, yet she was freezing on the outside. She was trapped between fire and ice.

I’m so done with everything. “Are they here?” I asked from inside. “Not yet.” I nodded in reply, dressed up and went to the car without even touching the food Sya made for me. @DEATH WISH Thank you so much... @Kimberly (Alpha King Checkmate) for dropping comments! PLEASE HAVE A POSITIVE REVIEW! Thank you for supporting my Novel! Also follow me at facebookPage: International_Pen Books You may also read my complete Novel, (hmmm... while waiting for an update)

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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,

I said to myself. I decided to shrug the worry away and wait for Papa to come home. My body crashed on the couch as I started to read another warm heartfelt novel. About two lovers and the thing in between them called love. Every now and then, I check the window to see if the man is still there. And he still is. He looks like he's waiting for someone. Is he waiting for Papa? I continued to read and tried to grasp the lessons from this book.

he pushed me back into the store. "I'll be waiting for you in the car, hurry up!" with that Daniel walked away, leaving me standing at the store. I clenched the ID around My hands, I couldn't give this ID back to the receptionist, I'll hold onto it and wait for the time I and Amelia's paths crossed again. "Did you forget something sir?" The receptionist walked towards me. "Uhm, no, not at all" I put the ID into my pocket. "I saw a lovely red scarf, I'd love to get it, for someone"

I wanted to ignore it, but when I saw it was a message from Jack, I jumped into the bed to grab my phone. ~ Sleeping already? I furrowed my eyebrows, but when I realized it was almost 9:00 p.m., I gasped. I literally spent the whole day glued to a book. I cleared my throat like it was my voice I was going to use to type. I sent him a message saying I wasn’t sleeping yet, my hand tapping on the bed as I patiently waited for his reply. His message beeped on my screen. ~ You are feeling okay, right? I blushed and grinned at the same time before I replied to his message.

** The Weight of Expectations** The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the small, bustling street outside Ayesha’s family home. The distant sound of vendors calling out their wares mixed with the rhythmic clang of a blacksmith’s hammer somewhere down the lane. Ayesha sat by the open window of her room, her journal perched on her lap, her pen hovering hesitantly above the page. The breeze carried the faint scent of jasmine from the garden below, a fleeting reminder of the small freedoms she still had.

The night before I was due to leave Italy, he drove through a thunderstorm to find me in my small town. The rain was pouring. Vincenzo stood drenched at the gate of my family's estate, his gaze burning into me. "Elara, can you accept a love that has to cross the Atlantic?" When I returned home from my internship in Florence, I thought my first love was destined to fade away. I never expected Vincenzo to come looking for me. So the moment I saw him, I threw all my reservations to the wind. "I can. I can accept it."

It was a text from Julian, sounding as arrogant and casual as ever: "The ritual is starting soon. Where are you? Stop hiding and get over here." Once I caught my breath, I typed my final reply: "I have officially rejected you, Julian Thorne. Have fun with your little savior game. May we never cross paths again." The second I hit send, I blocked his number for good. The airport intercom announced the boarding call for my flight to the North. I grabbed my suitcase, looked at the blackened screen of my phone one last time, and hit power-off.