Wait For You Jennifer L Armentrout Novels & Stories

In the east corridor Raze's radio clicked once, his signal, nothing verbal, the click that meant I see it and I'm holding, and I felt something move in my chest that was not operational and I managed it and kept my eyes on the screen. Four minutes became seven. Seven became nine. The waiting had a specific quality. Not the waiting of uncertainty, I knew what they were doing, I knew what I was doing, I knew the compound's response to every action they could take from that position. The waiting was harder than uncertainty. Uncertainty had an excuse for stillness. Knowing exactly what to do and choosing not to do it yet required something different, something that lived in the gap between readi

The car pulled up outside the Whitmore estate, and Julian Whitmore unbuckled his seatbelt. "Give me five minutes. I need to go tell my mom you're here." Five minutes came and went. He texted that it wouldn't be long. At ten minutes, he said he was almost done. At forty minutes, he said to wait a little longer. I stopped replying. Through the car window, I watched Eleanor Whitmore personally come out to greet a girl in a fitted red dress. The girl stepped out of her car, walked straight to Julian, and looped her arm through his.

The moment they landed, she abandoned them. "Go by yourselves. I need to find Nora first." Ignoring their calls behind her, she rushed straight to the gates of Northbridge University. She waited there for an entire day, but she never saw her husband or daughter. "Nora Duncan? There isn't anyone by that name in this year's medical school cohort." The student volunteer welcoming freshmen looked at her strangely. "Ma'am, did you remember wrong?" Marissa's mind went completely blank. How could that be? Nora Duncan had clearly been admitted to the clinical medicine program!

She must see what a mess I am. I sit in the small enclosed waiting room and await the fate of the woman stronger than anyone I know, fight for her life. An hour and three disgusting cups of coffee later, Jared and Laynie stroll through the doors. Laynie immediately spots me and starts wailing. I stand up to console her, but Jared meets me half way.

“Bleiz, by the time you see this letter, I will have already left. As for where I went, I don’t know either, but you won’t find me. As for why I left, the reason is simple: I don’t want to wait anymore.” “I don’t understand. How much longer do I have to wait for you to take me away? Will you one day lie to me and say that I have to wait for your and Mona’s child to grow up, get married, and have children, or wait until you’ve grown old with her before you leave with me?” “Bleiz, my youth is also limited. I don’t want to continue waiting for you based on an empty promise that has no end in sight. Let’s say goodbye here. We will never meet again.”

I vaguely remembered that the code to the door was my birthday date, but now, it wouldn't open no matter what I did. I texted Nathan and asked, "I need to pack. Can you tell me the code?" Just like always, there was no reply to my message. It wasn't until my whole body had gone numb from the cold that the door lock finally clicked open. The passcode was Nathan and Lily's wedding date. A woman's soft, flirty voice spilled through the gap in the door. "Nate, feel this rosary. Isn't it smooth from all the work I've done on it?"

​Amara stood on the dilapidated porch, the peeling paint of the front door staring back at her like a scarred face. She could hear the faint, familiar sound of a daytime television show blaring from inside—a sound that signaled her mother's presence and, invariably, John's eventual appearance. The sheer, physical act of raising her hand to knock felt like lifting a massive stone. She was no longer wearing the protective armor of the Signora Valenti; she was simply Amara Wilson, the girl who knew the brutal cost of speaking up.

Draven agreed, "Three days. We had better make them count.” Jennifer had gone quiet in the corner of the room watching the whole exchange with an expression I could not quite place, something between hope and old earned wariness. She had been useful in ways that still surprised me given how our history had started. I found myself grateful that this fight had somehow made room for people I never expected to need. Outside the sun was already sinking toward the tree line and somewhere beneath a tournament track none of us had seen yet a woman who had saved my life once already was waiting on people she had trusted enough to save all.

Luna came over and bumped on my shoulder, whispering, "I'm getting the feeling Carl's into you." I smiled wryly in turn. "We're just colleagues." - Returning to my room, I texted Carl. [Where should we inspect tomorrow, Mr. Graham?] His reply was swift: [Do you have any places you'd like to visit?] [You're the VIP, sir. You should decide.] I was a woman with a mission—would I ever dare run everywhere just because I felt like it? Still, my phone vibrated just a minute later. [How about Neon Pulse Amusement Park?]

Quilla pouted and blocked his way. Matthew had no patience for this pretentious woman and coldly said, “Move.” Quilla froze, then stomped her foot. “Mr. Grant! What are you saying? If you keep treating me like this, I’ll be angry.” “Move,” Matthew repeated. His eyes were so cold they could freeze her in place. Quilla opened her mouth to argue, but he shoved her aside and walked away. She could hear him talk on the phone as he departed. “Find Whitney’s current address. And book me a ticket to Austraya today.”