Wait Novel Novels & Stories

(Jane’s POV) “Red or white, ma’am?” The waiter’s voice barely rose above the clink of silverware and the lazy hush of good music. He held the bottle with grace, label turned outward like a noiseless offer. I didn’t respond immediately. Across the table, Barry was mid-laugh—something quiet and composed, the laugh you give when you're not just winning, but enjoying it with restraint. He was seated two seats away, speaking with Commissioner Marcel and a delegate from West Virginia whose name I hadn’t committed to memory. Probably wouldn’t have to.

I am almost in the building Val works in. It’s in downtown so I decide to go to a bar and maybe have dinner with her later at home. I head to the nearest open place for a drink. I sit in the corner and pick up my book. It’s almost empty as it’s too early for pub crawling. Half an hour later, though Violet sends me a message : Val: I may be late tonight. Don't wait for me. Really sorry about this. Val: Also - we won an award!!! Me: Congratulations. You will tell me tomorrow morning if I'm asleep tonight. <3

I soon slept and waiting for the morning to arise. .................... Will Aarav escape or get trapped in Ahana's plan? Hope you liked it. Waiting for lovely comments.

“Why. Me? Why. This? Why. Wait?” Noah smiled. Soft. Real. Beautiful. “Because. You’re. Worth. Waiting. For. Worth. Everything. Worth. Forever. If. That’s. What. It. Takes.” Lora couldn’t. Speak. Throat. Too. Tight. Heart. Too. Full. Everything. Too. Much.

I don't want to order yet although I'm hungry but it'll be better I wait until Collins gets here. The waitress leaves to go get my water and I check the time and see it's nearly ten minutes after seven and Collins is obviously late. There's also no text from him and I’m beginning to fear I might have gotten stood up. The waitress comes back with my water a few minutes later and Collins is still disappointingly absent.

"Linkon High School strikes back! Female student admitted into Hareford University following false accusations of cheating!" "Bottom feeder to Hareford candidate in just one year!" "Riveria High School eats their words! Riviera's principal initiates emergency crisis management measures!" My phone was ringing nonstop due to the sheer number of notifications I was getting. Classmates, teachers, relatives, and even elementary school classmates I hadn't been in touch with for years were reaching out to congratulate me. After ending a call with my aunt, Diana Mayfield, I sent Jack a message. "See you in Clock Square."

and informed her that I was eagerly awaiting her arrival. Taking a seat at an empty table, I observed the bustling cafe. A waitress approached, inquiring if I desired anything in particular. Politely declining, I informed her that I was simply waiting for someone. Time seemed to stretch on as I anxiously awaited Rachel's arrival, my impulsive nature growing restless. I couldn't help but wonder why women always seemed to keep others waiting.

"Really?" "Really. There's a light back in your eyes." In that moment, I couldn't help but smile. This time, I was sure, it was a genuine smile I hadn't shown in a long, long time. Meanwhile, far away in New York, Vincenzo sat in the empty, black penthouse. It had been three weeks. He had deployed his entire intelligence network and still couldn't find a single trace of her. It was as if she had vanished from the face of the earth.

"Clover, a blizzard is coming! Take us down the mountain now, or we'll all die here!" One of my coworkers glanced at the sky and immediately knew something was wrong. Clover Ainsley shook her head. "Elliot hasn't returned yet. Let's wait." Snow fell in heavy flurries, and the roaring wind made everyone uneasy. "What's the point of waiting?" someone snapped. "Didn't he say this mountain is like home to him? Let him come down on his own!"

We wait and check that the message has been delivered. Trayton ~”Now we wait.” We wait. Five minutes pass. We wait. Another five minutes pass. We wait. And wait. Half hour pass. And we still waiting. The excitement has completely drained from her face, all that is left is disappointment. Then the phone rings. Ava ~”I am not answering, please will you?” I answer the phone. Trayton ~”Hi Mr Owens.” Richard Owens ~”Hi Trayton. Please call me Richard.”