Wait For You Jennifer L Armentrout Novels & Stories

The day I finish my college entrance exam, I drag my suitcase back to my parents' house downtown. When Mom opens the door, the first thing she says is, "Now that your college entrance exam is over, stay home for a while." She says a while, not for good. There are three children in our family. My older brother, Samuel Stroud, and my younger sister, Isabelle Stroud, have always lived with our parents, while I was raised by my grandparents. Samuel has his own study, while Isabelle has her own bedroom. I sleep in the living room. Everything they give me is temporary. My toothbrush is disposable, my slippers are disposable, and even my towel is disposable. I don't even have a key to th

Instructing thеm to inform Ambеr that Janе Wilson was thеrе to sее hеr, I awaitеd thе еncountеr with a mix of anticipation and dеtеrmination. Whеn Ambеr еntеrеd thе room, holding rеd flowеrs, hеr initial confusion turnеd into a kiss. "I thought I madе it clеar I didn't want to sее you," shе said. Handing hеr my phonе, I rеvеalеd Janе's I*******m profilе. Tеars wеllеd up in Ambеr's еyеs as shе procеssеd thе imagеs of Janе with anothеr woman. "Do you want to lеavе this placе? Do you want rеvеngе?" I askеd. With a rеsolutе gazе, Ambеr rеpliеd, "Yеs."

I wanted Cara to have the check as soon as possible. Victor was awake when I returned to the apartment. He was in the kitchen making coffee in a pair of boxer briefs that made me drool. He saw the look in my eyes and smiled. “Amy expects us to be at the opening in an hour.” “Okay, I’ll wait until we get home,” I said as I pulled off my shirt and unbuttoned my jeans. “I’ll be in the shower.” “Tease,” Victor chuckled. “You know we don’t have time.”

Artemis White's POV I sat quietly at a polished oak table in the private room of the restaurant I promised to take Cole to. I'd been waiting for thirty minutes, and the hidden reporters had captured it all. In my earpiece, I could hear Ace snorting as he watched the live reports. Given how I looked and my previously reported injuries, the media were painting me as a pitiful and dedicated girlfriend. It's exactly what I wanted.

"We always need you. Come back for lunch." Wren went out into the corridor and stood for a moment in the ordinary sounds of the pack house morning. She pressed her hand over her marked wrist. The mark was warm. Not hurting. Alive in the way that things are alive when they're part of you. She went down to the workshop. She lit the lamp. She opened the journal to the page she'd left off at and began to read, and above the reading she was aware of the pack house settling around her, and the village around that, and the doubled watch at the borders, and somewhere above all of it — in a room thirty feet away, sitting on the edge of his sister's bed with his hand over hers — a man who had spent fi

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 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?"

No one in the audience heard what was said, but they saw it—the way his confident smile froze, then twisted into something unreadable. With a flick of his hand, he dismissed the staffer and turned away. "Mr. Lopez, the wedding's about to start, but the bride still hasn't arrived. Should we check if something's wrong on her end?" His heartbeat pounded in his ears. That uneasy feeling from yesterday? It hadn't left. It had only gotten worse. He pulled out his phone, dialing the number he knew by heart. The call rang. And rang. And rang. Then—click. Call rejected.

******************** Aiden "Please get me some coffee, Jennifer." I hung up and dashed back to my cabin. Being late was something I despised. I dashed into my cabin, sat down in my chair, and scanned the resume files. After flipping through them, my eyes eventually landed on what I was looking for. I carefully examined the dossier and was amazed by the work of the woman who was waiting outside my cabin. Jennifer delivered my coffee, and I instructed her to send me that specific candidate. Sydney Rosbak.