Wait For You Novel Mga Nobela at Kwento

Chaerin was getting impatient and tapped her foot in annoyance as the long, white haired freak in front of her sat in a seance. She was in Country A and searched the country all day to find the guy. Finally, after she managed to track him and beat the crap out of him, she was let into his new place. She had been waiting for over an hour but the weirdo would not budge. Her patience was stretching thin and she wanted to strangle the man. Clearly, he was doing it deliberately.

The table was set with exquisite silverware and fresh flowers. It was the kind of fussy display Elara had always hated, but it was the "lady of the house" life Chloe had always dreamed of. I walked slowly to the head of the table and slammed a thick file folder down. The silverware clattered from the impact. "Do you know what this is?" "I don't know what you're talking about..." "Open it." She hesitantly broke the seal. The first photo slid out, a surveillance screenshot of her cousin Lisa buying a prepaid phone at a convenience store in Queens.

I asked to borrow their printer. Happiness bubbled up inside me as I watched the machine print the agreement out. Outside, Sandra was still on the phone. She was impatiently pacing back and forth. She'd occasionally glance at me through the glass door. "Sorry to keep you waiting," I said somewhat apologetically after walking out of the cafe. It was quite the wait. The printer was a little finicky, and it took 15 minutes to print the agreement. This was probably the longest Sandra had ever waited for me throughout our past few years of marriage.

It was the first time I'd ever refused her. She was so understanding. Maybe she knew something, but she didn't ask any questions. She obediently let me take her hand, and we walked out of the hospital together. Everything should've been back to normal, but my heart was racing. I suppressed my swirling emotions and held Louisa's hand as we lined up at the boarding gate. Suddenly, a low, steady man's voice came from behind me. "Rowena, are you going to keep running?" I turned around stoically. Ewan stood less than three feet away, looking windswept and wet from the light rain. A few drops slid from the damp fringe on his forehead.

“Figure it out before nightfall and make sure to bring me answers.” “I—yes, Alpha!” Rowan squeaked, grabbing the paper and bolting out the door like his tail was on fire. Silence settled once he left, but it wasn’t peaceful. My chest buzzed with anticipation. A grin spread across my lips without permission. Nova thought he could embarrass me? Make me bleed? Run away? He had no idea who he was dealing with. “Just wait… Soon you’ll be on your knees,” I muttered to myself, voice low, savoring the words. “Begging.”

“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.”

There was no reason to keep them now. Wheeling my suitcase toward the guest room, I passed by the dining area, noticing Wayne painstakingly peeling shrimp for Naomi. I turned my gaze away and continued walking. "Wait!" he called out suddenly. I turned to look at him curiously. "Join us," he said, his voice holding an unfamiliar hesitation. I stared at him in disbelief, then rejected him outright. Wayne clearly hadn't expected me to refuse. His expression darkened with frustration as he retorted, "Suit yourself."

Nova chose to hold her wedding in her favorite country, Fontania. It was also where Francesca had been living. On the plane, I sat by the window, staring out at everything below. And despite everything, I found myself thinking of Ian. He had flown to Fontania alone countless times over the past eight years. I wondered what was on his mind during those trips. Was it regret over how little time we spent? Or was it the joy of seeing Francesca again? … On the day of the wedding, Nova looked beyond stunning as she stepped out in her exquisite wedding dress.

The rain had been relentless lately, leaving the roads flooded and treacherous. Up ahead, a flash flood came crashing down from the mountain, throwing everything into chaos. I was so focused on navigating the road that I barely noticed her. I never imagined that the student I had been sponsoring, someone I thought I was helping, would harbor such malice toward me. I glared at her, my anger rising. Yet, she didn't even spare me a glance. She was too busy on her phone, calling my husband, telling him to hurry up and rescue her.

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.