Wait With Me Book Novels & Stories

I have no choice but to wait for his meeting to end. As he glances at me, I plead with him through my eyes. His lips curve into a smirk, causing me to pout angrily. The wait is driving me crazy, but the feeling of being under his intense control gives me pleasure. A pleasure that sends shivers down my spine and makes me ache for his touch even more. He continues with his meeting, occasionally letting his eyes wander over my exposed, helpless body. My heart races as the seconds drag on. My body aches with need, every nerve on fire. The wait is unbearable.

Personal effects distributed with the precision of someone who had done this before or had employed people who had. I sat in the safe house in Connecticut and I waited. I waited the way I had waited for pregnancy tests in pharmacy bathrooms and the way I had waited outside my mother's hospital room when the news was bad and the way I had waited in the corridor of the Sterling mansion on the days when existing inside that life required the specific endurance of a woman who had decided that waiting was a skill she was going to perfect. At 2 AM the driver came. "It is done," he said. Three words.

She walked back into the house with shaky steps and quivering hands, anxious to check the contents of the envelope. Getting into the house, and putting the other letters on the small stool beside her grandmother’s feet, Melanie stood by her grandmother’s bedside, her heart beating fast as she opened and read the letter she held in her hand. It was the letter she had been waiting for, the one she had been dreaming about since she graduated from college. It was the notice from the company she had applied to, and had done an interview for, that she had gotten the job of the personal assistant to the deputy CEO. “Grandma!” Melanie exclaimed, unable to keep the news to herself any longer.

I finish Finn and Fiona, the last chapter, finally, the one I've been rationing, and I sit with the closed book in my lap and think about Fiona at her kitchen window with her hands in soapy water, realising the waiting wasn't a failing. It was preparation. Outside, the grey morning has become a grey afternoon. The house breathes its held breath. We wait. Steve has been missing since before my second attack. No one knows where he is, but we know he is coming. He won’t be far behind. He cannot be far behind. He is waiting for the perfect time to strike, and we are ready for him,m too. I am ready for him, ready to make him pay for everything.

She nodded understanding. “Do you have any details regarding her family or anything, sir?” “No.” how does she expect me to know when I said I didn’t know her. I settled myself in the nearest seat, and looked at the closed door in front. I didn’t know how long but soon Ashton strides towards me with his tab of course. “Sir, the meeting will start in just an hour. We have a long way to go.” I contemplated to stay or not, I never does that. I gave him a firm nod regaining my composure. This was the most I could help her with.

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...

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,

The suspense was almost too much to bear, but I knew that I had to trust Zero and believe that she would keep her word. With a smile on my face and a flutter in my heart, I sat down on my bed and waited for Zero's return. I couldn't wait to see what adventures lay ahead for us. ****************************** As I sat in the corner of the room, hours passed like molasses, each second stretching out longer than the last. My eyes flicked up to the door every time I heard a sound, hoping that Zero would finally show up. But time kept ticking on, and she never did. I had no idea what was keeping her, but I couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong.

He thought: the bench has been waiting since Ellie drew it. He thought about all the honest elements waiting — the corner step and the kitchen hatch and the corridor sill in the school and all the honest elements in all the honest rooms still waiting for the attending bodies that would confirm them. He thought about the waiting as the preparation — the room waiting for the person the way December waited for the light. He thought: the honest element waits without impatience. He thought: waiting is part of the preparation. He was glad. End of Chapter Two Hundred and Forty-Three

I had not read the fourth page before. I don't know what made me leave it for tonight, the last page, the one Silas had handed over with the others and that I had set aside each time I'd opened the envelope, telling myself there would be a better hour for it, a quieter one, one where I had already done everything the first three pages asked of me. I understood now, with the page in my hands, that I had been waiting for exactly this moment without knowing I was waiting, the moment when I had actually finished the asking, when there was no more work left between the words and the truth of whether I'd done what they required. I had done it.