Waiting For The Light Novels & Stories

"I do love you, but I'm not dumb. There are so many ways to get someone their citizenship. Why did you choose this way?” "Eric, I'll just think of our time together as wasted years of youth. Please leave and don't bother me again." "Alright! Wendy, you'll regret this! I'll see you at the County Clerk's office in three days!" After he walked away, I pulled out the first-aid kit and gently took care of the scrapes on Thomas's hand. "Mr. Lloyd, I really appreciate you helping me earlier. I owe you one." He let out a small huff, "You owe me more than just that."

I pound my hand on the steering wheel, impatiently waiting for the light to change. "Hey," Susan says, placing her hand on my thigh. "We'll make it. She'll be fine." "If the fucking light ever changes!" I yell. "We're only a couple of blocks away," Susan says, as the light turns green. "Come on!" I yell at the SUV crawling across the intersection. Finally, I see the Stetzen on the right.

“ You're the light, you're the night You're the color of my blood You're the cure, you're the pain You're the only thing I wanna touch Never knew that it could mean so much,” “Cause I've never been so high Follow me through the dark Let me take you past the satellites You can see the world you brought to life,” “So love me Like you do, l-l-love me Like you do Love me Like you do, l-l-love me Like you do Touch me Like you do, t-t-touch me Like you do What are you waiting for?” I closed my eyes and started humming the song. “Waiting for you” He replied, and I opened my eyes, meeting his eyes.

--- Jaden was waiting in the hallway. He had a bag of his own slung over his shoulder and a look on his face that I had never seen before. It was something like hope. "Ready?" he asked. I nodded. We walked through the pack house together. The servants watched us pass. Some of them bowed their heads. Some of them whispered. A few of them smiled. I did not stop to talk to any of them. There was nothing left to say. At the front door, I stopped. I turned and looked back at the place I had called home for five years.

Salvatore The traffic lights changed to red. I waited with anxiety, my hands gripping the black leathered steering. I tapped on it repeatedly, the sound matching the thumping of my heart. I was already anticipating what was coming. I bent over and took a look at the light again. It should change any moment soon. And it did.

Through heavy splashes and lashing of rain and over the thunderous claps of the storm, comes a boom as the current is expelled from my body. A bright flash of light covers the battlefield causing a deafening silence. My feet sink into the sandy mud and the rain that falls crystalizes. Like sharp shards of glass, the droplets fall cutting our skin. When the brilliant ball of white light fades the undead lay in a circle around us unmoving. Lyric stands, taking my hand “Are they going to get up again?” I calm my heavy breathing, waiting, watching for movement but none come. “I hope not,” I reply Feeling slightly weaker but still able to fight.

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 Light’s symbol gleamed against the rising sun. And in the shadow of that brilliance, something darker stirred, quiet, patient, and waiting to be born.

Rain hit the windows first, soft and scattered. A minute later it came down hard. The lights flickered. Mia got up to check the back door just as a streak of lightning split the yard. She froze. The color drained from her face. "What is it?" I asked. She didn't answer. By then Adrian was already on his feet. He grabbed the nearest heavy candlestick and moved toward the door. Another flash of lightning tore across the dark. For one second, a figure appeared beyond the glass. Tall. Motionless. Waiting.

Unknown’s POV Late evening after leaving Mariposa in, the sky bled dusk across the horizon and I was sitting stiffly in my car waiting for the damn slow traffic light to turn green. I can't tell if it's just me or it's taking a much longer time. “There's an accident ahead. I think that's why the traffic light was static," an old driver said to his passenger, a young teenager who nodded with her ear buds plugged in and not looking up from her phone.