Waiting For You Novel Novels & Stories

"Like November. Like the dark. Like the roses dying. Like the oak tree holding on. Like waiting for something that is not coming." "What are you waiting for." "That is the thing. I do not know. I am just waiting. I have always been waiting. For Sam to come back. For my parents to be okay. For someone to see me. For someone to stay. And now people are staying. And I am still waiting. Waiting for them to leave. Waiting for the other shoe to drop. Waiting for the happiness to end." "And has it ended?"

The ancient library was a tomb of forgotten knowledge, its towering shelves heavy with dust and the faint metallic tang of old paper. Freya had always preferred the night shift. The quiet wrapped around her like a lover’s cloak, letting the shy 24-year-old lose herself in books rather than people. Her pale skin glowed under the dim lamps, dark curls framing wide green eyes that hid a secret restlessness--a hunger she didn’t yet understand. But only 'Yet' Tonight, the storm outside howled against the tall windows. Lightning flashed as she carried a stack of restricted occult volumes toward the back. A presence filled the air, cold and ancient, making the hairs on her neck rise.

--- Elsewhere… Nelly Couldn’t Finish the First Page Nelly sat in her room, sadness weighing heavily on her face. She felt as if Naomi had taken Adel from her completely. She stepped out, hesitant, and stopped at Naomi’s door. Her hand trembled as she reached for the handle… then slowly turned it. The room lit up. It was neatly arranged. On the table lay a book Naomi had been reading. She approached and picked it up. The title read: “Your Eyes Found Me – A Novel” She turned off the light and left.

“Then I’ll wait.” “For how long?” He chuckled, stepping closer, his voice dipping into something softer. “As long as it takes.” His eyes held mine, unwavering, steady. Unlike Jackson, there was no desperation in them. No lingering regret, no unfinished business. Only quiet certainty. And for the first time in a long time, I didn’t feel the need to run. “However long it takes.” (The End.)

My tears streamed down my face as he flipped the pages of the journal one by one, carefully timing each page turn to halt his sobbing. "He handed it to me earlier in the day." "I'll hand it on to you." He gave me a thoughtful gaze. When he looked at me, I felt like I was melting. His eyes were filled with tears of sorrow. It seemed as if he was waiting for something that would never arrive, and he was right. Is he still willing to wait for Lesley after such a long time? Was it ever his intention to hold out hope for something that would never come true? Every time I stare into his bulging eyes, I find myself gasping for air.

Snow fell heavily that night, and he watched as the last light in the villa went out. In the end, he never caught a glimpse of me. … The snow fell for three days, and Luke and I lost ourselves in each other the entire time. At the same time, Nathan also stayed outside for three solid days. On the fourth day, the snow finally cleared. When Luke took me out for fresh air, Nathan stepped right in front of the car. His face was deathly pale, and even his voice trembled. "Willow, please come home with me." There was more emotion in his voice than I had ever heard, more so than when he found out that Lily was coming back.

Susan 's POV: Startled by the vivid dream, I'm abruptly jolted awake. The dampness between my legs serves as a tangible reminder of how my body responds to these forbidden fantasies. I can't shake his face from my mind—those captivating eyes, those lips that brought both pleasures and torment to my senses. "This is sheer madness," I whisper in despair, seeking solace in reciting the Lord's prayer. Waking up repeatedly due to these haunting dreams has become exhausting, and I long for a reprieve.

The rain had been relentless lately, leaving the roads flooded and treacherous. Up ahead, a flash flood came crashing down from the mountain, throwing everything into chaos. I was so focused on navigating the road that I barely noticed her. I never imagined that the student I had been sponsoring, someone I thought I was helping, would harbor such malice toward me. I glared at her, my anger rising. Yet, she didn't even spare me a glance. She was too busy on her phone, calling my husband, telling him to hurry up and rescue her.

Then without any warning the door flew open and someone was coming towards us. “Stop playing Patrick, there is a visiting Alpha at the door and we don’t want him to hear her scream, Alpha Roan won’t like that at all. You can wait until he is gone so you can go on with whatever you want.” A visiting Alpha at the door, can it be. No, he won’t be here for me, or will he? ************************************ Noah P.O.V. When I arrived, I didn’t see Levi right away? Looking around I still couldn’t find him, were is he?

Wait a little longer, alright? Abel’: [How long would that be? There must be a time limit, right? I keep having the feeling that you’re lying to me. Ask yourself with your conscience. Are you neglecting me?] Jocelyn: [I’m not, President Crain! I’ll be attending the Ocean Heart Jewelry Competition in Greene City in two days! I’ll be heading off tomorrow. I’ll treat you to a meal after I’m back!] Abel: [Alright, I believe in you! I’ll wait for you to be back. I wish you all the best in the competition!]