Wait With Me Book Novels & Stories

I picked up the book and held it in both hands and thought about a man at a bookstore counter in October asking Carol for something specific and Carol disappearing for thirty seconds and coming back with exactly the right thing. I thought about page forty-seven. About active patient waiting. About ten days. Then I put the book in my apron pocket, close to where my heart was doing its complicated thing, and went back to work. There was always work to do. And work, this January, was the thing holding the ten days together until they became something else entirely.

His lashes long and dark against his cheeks, one tiny hand clutching the edge of her sleeve as if afraid to drift too far. Daniel sat on the floor beside her, back against the crib. His shoulder brushed her knee, and Theodore’s head rested against her chest as he floated between waking and dreams. In Sophia’s hands lay a book. Not just any book — their book. Handmade. Bound in soft leather. The title pressed in delicate gold script: The Girl Who Waited, and the Man Who Finally Found Her. She turned the first page and began to read, her voice warm and low, colored with memory.

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Only chosen people can open it, and if my mate is one of those people - then it will answer her question by yes or no. The whole aim of this book can serve me as much as it can serve my mate. I mean, if she ever thought about asking if she could trust me or not, for sure the answer would to my favor. I went back to my mate's room while holding that book between my hands. I was expecting to see her, but it didn't happen. She was showering, I put the book in the middle of her bed, then I left. I wanted to stay there and wait for her, but I have a training session with my worriers. As an alpha, I shall be strict with standards.

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.”

Before I can say anything, I notice him stop in his tracks and turn his head to look towards me. Not wasting any time , I place my book right on the couch, careful not to miss my place and rise to my feet, I start towards him and hold my breath, hoping he won't just pass me by. I almost sigh out loud in relief when he doesn't and remains where he is.

Then I drive straight to my home and go straight to my bed, feeling totally exhausted and frustrated. Morning, as I wake up, I feel a strong urge to go to the book shop again. I just wanted to see Theo once to make sure he is alright. I have a feeling that something is wrong with him and I need to check upon him. But then another voice in my head tells me I'm just going crazy over him and I'm losing control over myself. So, I somehow resist the urge to grab my key and drive towards Wit and Wisdom. I keep waiting for the first chapter of Theo's manga for the whole week. At last Friday comes. I excitedly open his profile to search for the book, only to see an announcement saying the release of

The seat was cracked vinyl, slightly sticky under my hands. “Coffee?” the waitress asked, already reaching for a pot. “Uhm, yeah. Please.” “Someone joining you?” “Yes.” She nodded and poured without another question before she left, and I proceeded to wrap my hands around the mug. It was warm and grounding. “Okay,” I whispered to myself. “It’s gonna be fine.” I pulled out my book, opening it somewhere in the middle, without even checking the page number. Despite my attempt to focus on the words, they kept blurring.

"Just waiting." I thought about patience. About what it took to stand at someone else's iron gate for forty minutes without demanding anything. Without pushing. Just standing on the other side of the bars and waiting to be let in or turned away, holding twenty years of distance in your chest and not letting it become pressure. "I want to go," I said. Matthias set the note down on the library table. "I'll come with you," he said. "I know," I said. "I want you to."

Aunt Theresa walked me to security and stopped behind the barrier. “Call me when you land,” she said. “I will.” I passed through security and entered the waiting area alone. Boarding had not started yet, so I found a seat beside the window. Outside, runway lights blinked steadily through the dark. My phone rested in my hand. The number was gone now, disconnected, and Sebastian had no way to call me. Still, I made the mistake of opening an old social media account I had not touched in years. Notifications flooded the screen, but I ignored all of them until I saw the newest message request.