Wait For You Jennifer L Armentrout Novels & Stories

A faint smile broke through her tear-streaked face as she whispered through her sobs, "Thank you." After that, she looked up Cameron online, then spent the next two weeks waiting outside Cameron's residential area, only for him to never appear even once. That night, Bianca was dead set on waiting for Cameron. He was a no-show as dawn broke, though, so she despondently trudged down the street, the biting wind whipping at her face. She felt no pain, though, only the suffocating pressure in her chest, as if something inside her was collapsing.

during summer. Still, the uncertainty hung in the air like a sauce on simmer. Until one morning, just after sunrise, she received a video call from Kaitlyn Rees. The connection was fuzzy, the background loud. Kaitlyn grinned. “Amara, we read every word. Cried at page six. Laughed at page nine. And when we reached the end, we all agreed, Bellwood needs this.” Amara held her breath. “You got it.” Later That Night, She walked into the vineyard, found Luca pruning grapevines under moonlight, and threw her arms around him.

At the time, I did not understand what he meant. A few days later, as I headed out again, I saw those same bodyguards. This time, they were not hiding. They stood directly in front of me, as if waiting. My steps slowed. Then I walked toward them. "What is it?" They exchanged glances. One of them spoke in a low voice. "Miss Linstead, Mr. Jamison is coming." For a moment, it felt as if something exploded beside my ear. My whole body went rigid. "Brent promised he would never appear in front of me again."

I had been in the chair for approximately 6 minutes with a book open on my knee and the first real silence of the day settled around me like something I hadn't known I needed until it arrived. "Your Highness." Jenny appeared at the doorway with her tablet in hand and her posture composed as always. "Today's livestream starts in 15 minutes. The Royal PR team has prepared some key talking points for…" "Jenny." I said it without looking up from the page. Almost a groan, but not quite… I had too much practice at composure for it to fully become one. "Can I please have 15 minutes of peace?" A brief pause. "Yes." She said it with the specific professionalism of someone who had learned that some re

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?]

Five years of hoping that if I just tried harder or loved deeper or sacrificed more he would finally see me. I was done looking back. The path opened into a clearing and I stopped. Becca stopped beside me. Jaden stopped behind us. In the center of the clearing stood a woman. She was tall and lean and her hair was silver like moonlight and her eyes were the same color as mine. She wore simple clothes and carried no weapon and she stood with her hands clasped in front of her like someone who had been waiting for a very long time. "You came," she said. Her voice was soft and familiar in a way that made my chest ache.

The next morning, Jennifer sat at her dressing table with her laptop open in front of her. Her hair was loosely tied, and her eyes were fixed on the screen. Her fingers moved swiftly across the keyboard, typing in the search bar: “Samuel Wilson, Personal Profile.” A few seconds later, a list of results appeared. Jennifer scrolled slowly until her eyes stopped on a local article showing a photo of Samuel with a small boy. The name beneath the photo made her smile faintly. “Samuel Wilson with his son, Reno Barra Castillo.”