Wait For Me Novel Novels & Stories

I wrote a note saying: Dear Prince Sir, here is your breakfast. I warmed it for you. I will be back for lunch. I was told that lunch at the school was just blood so I'd have to come home to eat lunch. It sucked I wouldn't get the cafeteria experience. I left the bottle of blood, and the note on the bar counter. Grabbing my backpack, which was green with my name across it, I went to the elevator. As I waited for it to come to my floor, I ate my muffin and drank my apple juice. When the doors opened, I was surprised. The elevator was full of vampires. So was drinking blood bottles, while others stood against the walls talking to each other. I figured these were was the school students. I sqeez

he sassed. Ughhhhhhh. That Alpha is too sexy for his own good. Guess I can’t rat him out to Dy now. I love him too much. I guess my love only keeps growing by each passing day for the man who waited for me for 18 years ! Guess the wait was fruitful for the both of us afterall !! I LOVE MY TRUE MATE. LOTS. ~ THE END ~ Author's Note: You can follow me on my F******k page, Mia X Novels and I* account: miaxnovels, and get to know more about my stories !

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

The rain had been relentless lately, leaving the roads flooded and treacherous. Up ahead, a flash flood came crashing down from the mountain, throwing everything into chaos. I was so focused on navigating the road that I barely noticed her. I never imagined that the student I had been sponsoring, someone I thought I was helping, would harbor such malice toward me. I glared at her, my anger rising. Yet, she didn't even spare me a glance. She was too busy on her phone, calling my husband, telling him to hurry up and rescue her.

My boyfriend never stayed up late, yet he pulled an all-nighter just to watch the sunrise with my best friend. He insisted it was for work and told me to stop overthinking it. Felix Grant and I had been together for seven years, but I never knew where I stood with him. I stuck with him when he had nothing and helped him build his company from scratch. But in all those years, he'd never spent more than a hundred dollars on a gift for me. He said having money didn't mean we should start wasting it. So I limited myself to less than a thousand dollars a month. Then he spent a fortune at an auction on a necklace just to make Gracie smile. My eyes stung with anger. "Lixi, how is this fair?" He fro

He slept, and the sleep was deep and dreamless and full of the quiet certainty of a person who had finally, after eleven years, allowed himself to stop waiting. End of Chapter 46

I hadn't even lived these years yet. "Jinyan," I whispered, the name feeling like a shard of glass in my throat. I didn't look up. I couldn't bear to see the face of the man who had supposedly spent fifteen years waiting for me, only to reveal he had already scripted the next ten. "How is my hand on this paper? How are my thoughts already caught in these pages?"

She slept badly and well, the specific bad sleep of the night before something good, the body too aware of what the morning was going to be to settle properly, and she woke at six and lay in Priya's spare room in the grey light and she thought about a man two miles away who was probably already at the counter, the stretch and the breath and the morning routine of the body he was managing carefully, waiting at a window the way he had always waited, for her to come all the way into the room. She was coming. She had been coming for two years. Today was the day she arrived. End of chapter 65

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

I will not let her touch you. I nod. I hold his hand. I look at the photograph on my phone. The woman with dark eyes is watching. And she is waiting. I whisper, Then let her wait. We are coming. The sun rises over the city. Grey light filters through the windows. The night is over. The hunt begins.