Waiting For The Light Novels & Stories

His deliberate cruelty appalled her. “My father wasn’t greedy... He was desperate!” “I’m willing to meet you tonight. I’m staying at the Northern Star. I’m sure I don’t need to tell you which suite I’ll be occupying. Eight,” he specified. “I will wait one minute past the hour, no more. If you’re not there, there’ll be no second chance, chérie.” Aghast at the site he had specified and absolutely enraged by his instinctive sadism, Lara gasped.

Chris Hey beautiful you ready for tomorrow I can’t wait to see you I texted Mena She is all I can seem to think about lately Just wanting to get to know her get closer to her will make my day right now I get up and decided to get ready for the day I showered and got dressed and as I was leaving the bathroom my phone dang with a response from Mena which made me light up from within Good morning handsome was her response along with her asking about where I want to take her and what time to be ready we texted back and forth for a while then I found out I wouldn’t be alone with her I had to bring Josh for her friend Tory I wonder what that’s about but I don’t push I just wanna be near her so I t

Naya's POV The fluorescent lights of the waiting room hummed, a monotonous drone that seemed to amplify the silence. It was a sterile, cold sound that vibrated through my bones, mirroring the icy dread that had taken root in my soul. The air itself felt thick, heavy with unspoken fears and desperate hopes clinging to the edges of reality. Two hours. Two hours we had waited, each minute stretching into an eternity, punctuated only by the rhythmic beeping of machines and the hushed whispers of nurses passing by.

"You… Jeez..." He didn't finish his sentence; he just looked at me with spirited eyes and made a request: "The world championship is being held in our country this time. Will you come watch me?" Go back home? It had only been half a year, but it felt like forever. Maybe it would be good to visit. I didn't have to be afraid of seeing those two… They were nothing, after all. So, I nodded. Liam flashed me a wide grin. What I didn't know was, elsewhere, he was already messaging his older brother.

Etched on the back, in hurried scratches, were three words: Keep the light. I closed the window slowly. Outside, thunder rolled across the valley. ⸻ By dawn, the storm had gone. The ridge was gray and quiet, the kind of silence that feels like holding one’s breath. No riders returned. No word came. I stood on the parapet watching the road fade into the mist. Somewhere out there, two men were testing the edges of peace we’d fought to build. The token felt heavy in my palm. “Keep the light,” I whispered. I wasn’t sure whether it was a promise or a warning.

No. I look at the garden. At the driftwood arch. At the water beyond the gap in the hedgerow, I look at the place where she is going to stand in two hours and say the words she has been writing since April and I have been waiting for since the bar and the collision and the amber light and the moment something cracked without my permission and let all the light in. Two hours. I can wait two hours. I have been waiting since the night at the bar. I can wait two hours.

​I push my chair back from the table and limp slowly toward my living room window. Heavy evening rain is beating the New Greenland streets below. The streetlights reflect off the wet pavement in blurry streaks of gold and red. I peer down into the gloomy shadows between the parked cars, half expecting to see a black Maserati idling quietly across the street. I can’t believe I’m actually waiting for Foxe to materialize out of the darkness and prove that his terrifying obsession is really real. ​I rest my forehead against the cool glass and take a shaky breath.

A sliver of metal no longer than a fingernail, but sharp enough. Twenty minutes. The pier lights flickered. Somewhere in the dark, engines growled. And Aiden waited for the storm named Silas Vane to break.

"We’ve known for a while." "Not fair," I said. "You had a head start." "We’ve had three years to practice patience," Malek replied. "You’re the new kid." That nearly made me laugh, then the whole clearing froze. The gold light stopped in the air, like someone had pressed pause on the world. Vael’s head snapped up. "What was that?" I looked around. "What was what?" "It stopped," she said, frowning. "The light. It’s not finished. There’s more waiting, but it just….." Her eyes shot east, toward where the figures had appeared hours before. "Something’s blocking it."

The night was heavy with anticipation, the air thick with the kind of tension that could snap at any moment. Inside the sleek, modern high-rise, the glass walls overlooked the sprawling city below, its lights blinking like stars caught in a dark abyss. Isabella stood by the window, her silhouette outlined by the cityscape. Her heart beat a little faster as she gazed at the lights, but it wasn’t just the city that kept her on edge—it was what she was about to do.