Waiting For The Light Novels & Stories

Angelo was about to resign to his fate when he saw the light slowly getting more prominent on the other side of the hall. Angelo’s eyes misted while looking at a beacon of light that was slowly getting bigger. He hopes that when that light reaches him, the dog has still not eaten him. With his eyes closed, Angelo waited for his sentence; whether or not he would continue living depended- on how fast the light would reach him.

He opened and closed his mouth, struggling to find words, but in the end, he just nodded to an employee to take me home. That night, I was alone, tidying up and drowning in a mix of calm and despair, waiting for Harold.

Lilith offers a small, almost apologetic smile, then adds, "It won't be anything intense. Just a drive. Some air. A change of scenery." Then she's gone, leaving me alone with the phone in my hands, and a new kind of anxiety crawling up my spine. The next morning, Lilith knocks again—this time with a light breakfast and a reminder: "You're leaving at ten. Dress warm." I almost ask where we're going, but she's already gone before I can. By the time I make it downstairs, the boys are waiting by the car. Nixon leans against the hood, sunglasses on, arms crossed like he owns the world. Mason's by the passenger door, tapping his fingers against the glass, visibly annoyed.

Just looks, from the side, the way someone looks when they don't want to be seen looking. "They're outside," he says. "Or they were recently." "No." He steps back. "Present tense. That text came three minutes after you went to bed. They waited to see if the light would go off." He looks at me. "When it didn't they texted. They're watching in real time." I look at my kitchen. The light above the sink, ordinary and fluorescent and completely unremarkable, suddenly the most loaded thing in the room. "Call Isobel," I say.

Third Person POV At the Smith Group's charity banquet, Jason held Susan's hand and stood under the spotlight, basking in flattery. Suddenly, the screen went black, and a statement appeared on a red background. It was a divorce notice—Charlotte's request to formally sever all ties, issued through her lawyer. Next, a clear ultrasound scan was shown, accompanied by an audio recording. "Take her blood. She's tough, so she won't die from donating some blood." Jason's cold voice echoed through the speakers to every corner of the banquet hall.

Let's wait. As I was waiting outside, the night time cold breeze constantly brushing and passing me smoothly.. And at the same time the fragrance of flowers which are waiting to bloom spread happiness in my heart..Past one hour, I was waiting outside by sitting in his house front steps while admiring his garden..One hour has passed, Yet no one asked me to come inside the house..Is he staying alone in his house ??.. What to do!!..Let's go back to Ooty..But what will i say him If he asks me why I left his house without informing him..I know very well about his anger If I go from here without informing him, then surely he will kill me..Yeah..Thats sure.. Its better to wait here than die in his

I heard a soft clicking sound, that of the automatic brake being engaged. — A red light, Marisa whispered gently. We’ll arrive in a few minutes. Breathe, my beautiful. My eyes slid towards the window. Outside, the city seemed peaceful, indifferent to what was happening in my chest. I caught sight of a street vendor weaving between cars with his bottles of water, a child running after a ball on the sidewalk, and then... the traffic light's bright panel. Red. My gaze froze on the small digital screen next to it: 00:58. Fifty-eight seconds before the car would start moving again.

Not free. Just waiting.

We only communicate through text or call. I checked my phone but my inbox is silent as always. Light's name however is at the top and his last message is somewhat dominating my inbox. I don't want to reply because I don't want him to think that I somehow care about his whereabouts. L: Can't wait to see you, wife. Take care.