Novel & Cerita Wait Novel

“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.”

He said, “I’m busy. I don’t have time.” Thinking of this, he somehow got restless. He pulled out his phone and typed a message. [Send me your address. I’ll pick you and Tyler up tomorrow.] He frowned, deleted it, and typed again. [Where are you and Tyler staying? I’ll come get you tomorrow.] He drew in a breath and pressed send. Sending failed. The soda can hit the floor with a loud clang. Matthew’s brow furrowed. He opened the company group chat in a hurry. He could not find it.

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,

"Mr. Johnson, who's Mr. Rivera asking you to check on? Maybe I know them." "Oh, right. You're all from Walden College. It's a woman whose name is Rowena Colson." He even helpfully flipped the printed photo over for me to see. The young woman in the image wore a pale layer of powder, but a dark birthmark clung to her skin like a monstrous claw, impossible to ignore. Ewan was looking for me! The thought lodged in my chest like a thorn, making me increasingly uneasy. So, when I was called into Ewan's office the following noon, I was still a little out of it. While I made his coffee, I could feel the chill in his gaze, threaded with heavy scrutiny.

I am ready. The response came quickly. The cooling-off period will end in three weeks. After that, the mate bond separation will be finalized. Three weeks. I placed the phone down and lay back on the bed and stared at the ceiling. Three weeks until I was free. Three weeks until I walked out of this place and never looked back. Three weeks until I became someone else. I closed my eyes and felt the power stir beneath my skin. Soon. End of Chapter 17

Twelve faces waiting for my response with the particular attention of people who had learned that my thoughts on things were worth waiting for. "Proceed with the acquisition," I said. "Revised timeline approved. Move to the next item." The meeting moved on. My phone stayed face down on the table. Under it, in the foundation portal, a boy named Noah Vance was waiting to be reviewed. I had built the foundation. I had written the eligibility criteria. I had opened the portal at midnight and read three hundred and forty one applications and stopped at the three hundred and forty second. And now I was sitting in a board meeting in Manhattan pretending to care about Tokyo while a reference number

Maru smiled at last. "Faster, brother! Faster!" the voice of Uwyn hastened the movements of Maru. This was the day that she had been waiting for a long long time. More than a week to be exact. She couldn't wait any more. Uwyn felt the ticking of the seconds and her heartbeats joined the moving of the clock. Her wanderlust peaked when she remembered all the things she planned to do the moment she returned to the city.

I stayed outside with terrible vending machine coffee and a magazine I did not read and the particular suspended quality of a waiting room at one in the morning — that specific nowhere-time where normal rules feel temporarily suspended and everything feels slightly more honest than usual. I thought about Rachel Voss in Denver, asleep in whatever life she had built. About Sandra Marsh, who had kept a photocopy in a drawer for two years because something told her she might need it. About Professor Whitfield cleaning his glasses before saying the words that had been sitting inside him for four years. About Kai in the coffee shop, placing his phone on the table like he was putting down something

She had begun to become impatient when Merikh suddenly answered the phone. “Hey! Rashel has set the wind in motion. Your brother and I have just received an invite to the wedding of the year.” Viola babbled on the moment Merikh answered the phone. “You want me to strike now?” “No, I changed my mind. I want us to wait a little longer. Just until the wedding day. They’re not going to get married because something is going to happen, and we’re going to make it happen.” “Understood. So, what do you need me to do while we wait?”

I had been secretly dating Vito, heir to the Carlisi family, for five years, yet we never went public. He said he had too many enemies, so he didn’t want me to become a target for assassination. On our fifth anniversary, I overheard a conversation from the study: "Vito really has a way with women. He even got Bianca, the Rossi family principessa, to keep their relationship secret for five years." "Sia is coming back soon. When she sees you showing up with Bianca, she's probably kicking herself right now." Sia was his childhood sweetheart, the one who had left the country after he chose someone else. The next day, Vito took me to Sia's birthday banquet just as expected, putting on a show of a