Novel & Cerita Wait For You Jennifer L Armentrout

When the waiter came,he discussed something with him. "0kay,Sir.Your job will be done."The waiter assured him with a positive smile . Abhinav nodded ,a huge smile on his face too. Amaira staring outside through the window while waiting for Abhinav. All of a sudden,all the lights became dim ,music changed into a romantic one.Amaira got astonished at sudden changed of environment and gazed around with amusement. Just then she heard a familiar voice on the mike. "People say'Waiting is a waste of time.Sometime it's not a waste of time , especially if the thing you're waiting for is worth it."the voice said.

That night, after calmly arranging his affairs, I took sleeping pills and lay down next to him. “I’ll be with you soon.” When I opened my eyes again, there was a blinding white light. “Are you okay?” I shot upright and realized I was leaning over my desk. The girl next to me was wiping tears from her cheeks, choking on her sobs. “Emma just went off with Callum. Ugh, finally, love triumphs over everything.” My eyes widened as I looked down at the novel in front of me. It was open to the chapter titled “Please Wait for Me.” The illustration showed him holding my hand, standing by the sea, supporting each other through life.

, I said returning the smile. "Sorry, Amber hasn't come yet, I'm his Best friend, he's probably stuck in Traffic or something, let's just wait for a little while or something ", he said and I nodded and stood at the podium and waited. We waited.... And waited.... And waited.... Minutes rolled into hours and we all stayed in the hall waiting for this "Amber" guy for 4 solid hours. I could tell even James was upset. "What's keeping us till now?", Someone asked from the congregation.

Glinting on his wrist was a Patek Philippe watch—the one I had scrimped and saved for six months to buy Ryan for his birthday last year. The caption read: [My ankle hurts like hell, but when someone crosses the entire city just to get your favorite lobster rolls, a sprain suddenly feels like a blessing.] Ryan had left a comment that read: [Eat slowly. No one's going to take them from you.] Cecily followed up with furious messages. [Don't tell me you're spending your fifth anniversary sitting home alone right now!] [Ryan is an absolute piece of shit. Does he even consider you his girlfriend?]

That evening, while watching the sunset over the ocean, Lily sat beside the bassinet. Peanut sleeping peacefully nearby. God. Then Lily looked toward Adrian. Fair. Thought carefully. Reasonable. And asked: "When she walk?" God. The question carried genuine excitement now. Fair. Not impatience. Reasonable. Hope. God. Adrian smiled softly. "Soon." Fair. Normally Lily hated that answer. Reasonable honestly. But this time she accepted it. God. Then she looked toward her sister. Fair. And whispered: "I wait." Reasonable.

Aunt Theresa walked me to security and stopped behind the barrier. “Call me when you land,” she said. “I will.” I passed through security and entered the waiting area alone. Boarding had not started yet, so I found a seat beside the window. Outside, runway lights blinked steadily through the dark. My phone rested in my hand. The number was gone now, disconnected, and Sebastian had no way to call me. Still, I made the mistake of opening an old social media account I had not touched in years. Notifications flooded the screen, but I ignored all of them until I saw the newest message request.

I'll calm her down and come back. Wait for me. I read it twice, then lowered the phone. He still thought there would be something to come back to. After seven years, maybe that was what hurt most. Elliot was used to me waiting. Waiting through trials that ran late, dinners gone cold, birthdays cut short by client calls, vacations postponed until the next case was over. I had always told myself it was temporary, that he was building something for us, that one day all the waiting would turn into a life.

I just stared at him. He opened his arms. I could see the edge of white bandages peeking out from his sleeve—soaked through. I walked into him, threw myself against his chest, forehead pressed to his sternum—listening to that heartbeat, one after another, steady as the first time he'd held me seven years ago. I looked up at him, tears and rain running down my face—impossible to tell apart. He looked back down, eyes crinkling. "I said one year. I'm four years late. Are you still waiting?"

“Elara, I know I failed you. I made you wait too long. But give me a chance. I—” “Theron.” I looked at him. “You made me wait two years. You made me wait for you to handle Nora. You made me wait for your brother’s child to get its inheritance. You made me wait so many times. I waited every time. But I do not want to wait anymore.” “Do you know why I stopped waiting?” I said. “Because I realized that for the past two years, my whole life revolved around you. In the end, I got nothing from it. So starting now, I am living for myself.”