Wait For You Jennifer L Armentrout Novels & Stories

"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.

He had never seen Olliver talk to anyone like that before ever. "I did wait. But it was painful to watch you pretending to jot down and work on something that I know would take at least another thirty-four hours." The stranger said, surprising Smith once again. How did this man know what they were working on and how long they had to wait for any reaction? "It's called getting accurate details throughout the experiment. Of course, you wouldn't know anything about that since you barely ever walk out of your office. You might get fat very soon if don't watch out…"

She’d deal with her after tomorrow. “Miss Reed, I look forward to tomorrow’s design,” Amanda said, then entered the elevator with Benjamin. Jennifer, hearing this, froze for a moment. She didn’t realize what was happening until the elevator doors closed. But when she thought about the surveillance being destroyed, Amanda couldn’t possibly know it was her. Jennifer took another elevator down, heading straight home. Tomorrow morning, the First Lady of Country D would arrive at the company. Robin and Brad were already there to receive them. She was going to win first place.

“Then we set the alley.” Lena’s thumbs hovered above the screen. She looked to Elise, to me, to the room, and finally to Victor. The tiny ritual mattered. He gave the smallest nod. She hit send. The reply came in sixty seconds. Fine. 9 a.m. Don’t be clever. Jennifer rolled her eyes. “And yet here we are.”

“We weren’t sure if you’d forgotten—” “Never,” I assured him. “I’m sorry for making you wait. Things have been… complicated.” Jennifer looked up at me, and I was struck again by how fragile she appeared. Her skin had an almost translucent quality, like parchment stretched too thin. Dark circles shadowed her eyes, and her hands trembled slightly where they rested in her lap. “Thank you for seeing us,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “Of course. Let’s head to the mansion where we can talk privately,” I said, gesturing toward the exit. “Lira, can you help Theo with the wheelchair?”

Jennifer let her hair down, running her finger through it. "I am going to meet my friends. Can any of you help me with something?" "Yes, Luna. Anything you say." Rina said. "Tell your mates to inform Alpha of my absence because I am running late." They nodded and stated they would notify their mates. Jennifer told the driver to take out her car. She got in, and the car headed to the pack border to receive her friends. She stared out the window, admiring the beauty of the pack. Her phone rang half an hour later.

If we're lucky enough to run into each other again in the future, this rosary will help me recognize you. The girl had agreed and removed the rosary that Wilson had worn around his left wrist since childhood. Then, she'd giggled. "Is this worn-out rosary really that amazing? I guess it's not just books that can't be judged by their covers. Rosaries can't be judged by their appearances, either! I'll make sure to keep this safe, so don't worry. Let's hope fate brings us together again!" Later, Wilson's superior had tracked him down from the GPS attached to him, and a helicopter had been sent to pick him up.

Brooklyn’s apartment was not only closer, but she also had a wider variety of appropriate clothes. Brooklyn sighed. “Yeah, hop in. Please make it quick, though, I can’t stick around long.” Showing up and demanding answers from Hunter will have to wait. Lacy squealed and jumped in the passenger seat. “You’re the best! I promise I will be quick.” Brooklyn rolled her eyes and jumped in her seat. I guess confronting Hunter will have to wait. -_- ‘Hey, wyd?’ Hunter messaged her. Brooklyn glanced up to see if Lacy had come out yet. She had been in there for thirty minutes and knew she would be coming out any moment.

Even though I waited by the venue entrance for a long time, I still couldn't manage to get a cab. My phone rang. It was Sandra. Her voice was icy as she spoke. "Why aren't you home yet?" I stayed quiet. If this was before, I would've questioned her right away. However, right now I wasn't quite sure what to say to her. Sandra got a little irritated. "Did you turn mute, Lincoln Huntsworth?" "I'm at the concert venue entrance," I said. Sandra turned quiet, as if she'd suddenly remembered that she'd promised to go to the concert with me.

I nod along until the words are imprinted on my chest. “I’m okay, Amelia Greene. I’m okay.” My eyes shut as sleep draws me into a hug. When I wake up the next morning, it’s to an email from Loan Dolphin. Amelia’s side of the bed is still warm. I throw my legs over the edge of the bed, massaging my temples as I try to process the content of the email. They want to meet us.