Wait For You Novel Novels & Stories

But as much as I want to stay with her until she wakes up, I have things that must be done but on the brighter side, it will be only a matter of time, she'll bare my name soon. ____________ Stay tune for the next chapter. Until then...

My back met the armoury shelf. Weapons on either side of us. The smell of gun oil and cold concrete and the warmth of him against me, nothing managed about either of us now, my hands in his hair and his mouth doing something that made coherent thought a thing that happened to other people. He took his time. That was the particular quality of it, the unhurried attention of someone who had been waiting 1,095 days and was no longer in any kind of hurry and wanted me to understand that. I understood it.

The possibility of it. The plane landed with a bump and a roar and the sudden press of deceleration. People around her reached for phones, stretched, gathered belongings. Anna sat very still and watched the world outside slow to taxiing speed and thought about the man waiting at arrivals. She hadn't seen him in six years. What if it was strange now? What if she'd built him up in her head and the real Enoch couldn't compete with the version she'd created? The plane stopped at the gate. The seatbelt sign chimed off. People stood, reached for luggage, began the slow shuffle toward the door.

He didn't, he looked at the curtains instead. “I'm just another prisoner in a better cell, aren't I?” “I'll wait,” I whispered, the Alpha in me howling at the rejection, neither did I expect this to go smoothly. “ I waited three years for you, I can wait many more, I'll sit at this door of your heart until you're ready to walk out with me.” I spent the next hours in a blur, I called up food service and brought him food which he wouldn't touch. The moon rose over us , Ronan curled into a ball on top of the covers of the masters bed, still wearing that jumpsuit, he refused to change out of.

Xanders Pov I sat in one of the many pack meeting rooms, waiting for Amanda to show up. No surprise—she was already twenty minutes late, and there was no sign of her anywhere in the pack house. Her scent wasn’t even nearby. I sipped my coffee, scrolling idly through engagement ring ideas as I waited for her to eventually make an appearance. Amanda was never punctual, but I knew she’d show up, eventually. She thrived on making people wait for her, like it gave her some kind of power.

At school, I had a nickname. They called me "Mister Wait-Your-Turn." I waited for the sneakers my brother had grown tired of, the backpack my sister thought was ugly, and the phones my parents had already cracked the screens of. Even when it came to taking a shower, I had to wait until everyone else was done. A week ago, Mom had promised me, "On the day of your college entrance exam, you won't have to wait your turn for the shower." So when I finally stumbled into the bathroom, drenched in sweat and smelling awful, I thought my turn had finally come. I was halfway through working up a lather when someone started pounding on the door. "Come out. Let your brother go in." My eyes stung,

Two years into my marriage with Luca Mancini, I'd gotten used to waiting. Wait until the accounts were settled—then he'd take me on our honeymoon. Wait until the family meeting was over—then he'd celebrate our anniversary with me. Wait until his men were taken care of—then he'd call the private doctor to see me. I knew how hard it was to sit in the Don's seat, so I never cried or made a scene about it. I even took half the work off his shoulders without being asked. Because of my patience and all the times I stepped back, things between us finally softened. When he was exhausted, he'd lean his head on my shoulder, kiss my forehead, and say: "My Donna, once this busy season is over, I promise

With no other option, Abigail moved slowly towards the bench as the woman joined her. Schuyler had prepared for a long time what he would say when he met the boy, however, actually faced with him, all words left him. He was crouching stunned, just looking at his soulmate, without saying anything. The child seemed so happy and relieved when he saw Schuyler. He was grinning from ear to ear but after long moments of silence the toddler suddenly frowned and pouted. He asked the older buy, grumpily, “Why didn’t you come earlier? I was looking for you for past two days. Didn’t you want to see me?” Schuyler once again felt shocked. “Umm..I..I don’t know..”

He'd set things right and everyone will finally know that he is taken, that he is mine and mine alone. Oh my gosh, this incredible man is mine alone. I still gush when thinking about it, it's so surreal and I thanked God for my wait, because at the end, I received what I'd longed for. I'm ecstatic for what the future holds for us, just after all the little bumps have been removed and we can carry on with our lives. A knock on the door diverts my attention from the dinner I'm preparing for us tonight. I walk over to answer it and once I do, a small smile lits my face at seeing Riley and Bella.

There was nothing but silence outside the door. There wasn't even a cold response. Time passed slowly. Just as I was about to lose all hope, the door finally opened with a creak. However, the one standing there wasn’t Bruno. It was Raine, whose face was a multitude of complex emotions. She had my neatly packed suitcase next to her and my phone in her hand, which I had dropped on the floor earlier. Raine handed both to me. “I thought you were just playing hard to get. I didn’t expect you were actually leaving.”