Waiting For You Novel Novels & Stories

It was the first time I'd ever refused her. She was so understanding. Maybe she knew something, but she didn't ask any questions. She obediently let me take her hand, and we walked out of the hospital together. Everything should've been back to normal, but my heart was racing. I suppressed my swirling emotions and held Louisa's hand as we lined up at the boarding gate. Suddenly, a low, steady man's voice came from behind me. "Rowena, are you going to keep running?" I turned around stoically. Ewan stood less than three feet away, looking windswept and wet from the light rain. A few drops slid from the damp fringe on his forehead.

He turned and left without another look back. Ivory waited for him through the night, but he never came back. The iciness of the water seeped into her bones, yet the aphrodisiac was still eating away at her from inside. She felt like countless ants were gnawing at her body. The water's iciness couldn't get rid of the heat inside her—it could only temporarily keep her lucid. She was burning inside, yet she was freezing on the outside. She was trapped between fire and ice.

"I said one year. I'm four years late. Are you still waiting?" I didn't answer. I rose on my toes and kissed his scar. He froze for a second. Then he wrapped his coat around me, pulling me in tight, his chin settling back on top of my head. "Yes," I said. "I'll always wait."

Every conversation faded away. Every eye turned toward the aisle. Aurelia took a slow breath. Then another. Her heart pounded against her ribs. Not from fear. Not from uncertainty. But from anticipation. Across the altar, Silas waited. The future king stood beneath an arch woven from moonflowers and silver vines. Moonlight illuminated his silver eyes, making them shine like stars. The moment he saw her, everything else seemed to disappear. The crowd vanished. The music faded. Even the ocean itself felt distant.

“Hey, you two. Everything okay?” “Perfect,” Mason replied smoothly, but his eyes flicked to me one last time . I excused myself to my room, heart pounding, body alight with unfulfilled need. Lying on my bed, staring at the ceiling, I let the fantasies play out. His hands. His voice calling me his good girl. The forbidden thrill of surrendering to the man who was supposed to protect me from exactly this kind of hunger.

Presenting concerns: five years of silence, severe depressive withdrawal, refusal to engage, prolonged grief response. My fingers tightened around the file. For a moment, the hallway seemed to tilt. Then I closed it. I knocked once and entered. The room was quiet. A boy sat by the window, head lowered, staring at his hands. He was so thin that his tunic hung from him like borrowed cloth. His wrists were narrow, his collarbones sharp, and his dark hair had grown long enough to cover half his face. I walked over and sat two steps away from him. “Hello,” I said gently. “I am Dr. Persephone. Are you Eren?”

Luna came over and bumped on my shoulder, whispering, "I'm getting the feeling Carl's into you." I smiled wryly in turn. "We're just colleagues." - Returning to my room, I texted Carl. [Where should we inspect tomorrow, Mr. Graham?] His reply was swift: [Do you have any places you'd like to visit?] [You're the VIP, sir. You should decide.] I was a woman with a mission—would I ever dare run everywhere just because I felt like it? Still, my phone vibrated just a minute later. [How about Neon Pulse Amusement Park?]

He would help me no matter what happened. However, it also meant giving up Julian. I refused to accept defeat. I truly believed our love could survive anything. As such, for the past five years, no matter how hard life became, I never bowed my head to my family. That was until Vivian appeared. At first, Julian did not pay any special attention to her. After Vivian revealed she was a rich heiress and landed the company a million-dollar deal as a newcomer, everything changed. Julian started getting close to her. He took her out to dinner, went shopping with her, and played games with her.

She lowered her head deeper than usual and hurried to join the other maids. As the door shut behind them, I instantly regretted chasing them in that manner. I should have been more friendly. Not threatening them with what they already feared. Now how was I to get close to them? My first impression had already ruined their mind. I sighed. My phone vibrated. A message from Emily. I read the message. {Where are you, Els? You left without letting me know. I‘ve been here waiting for you. Your maid Anna is here and had she refused to say a word to me. Tell me, what's really going on}

Levi noticed and stopped, turning back to wait for her. Her face flushed even more. She lowered her head and jogged to close the distance. Just as they neared the apartment, Maude's phone buzzed. Orson had texted from another number. "Today's the last day of the two weeks. I'll be waiting for you to come back." Maude blocked his number once more and tucked her phone away. Before long, they reached the apartment. Levi turned to face her. "Goodnight, Maude." As she reached for the door, she felt his eyes on her, just like every night before.