Waiting For You Novel Novels & Stories

The snow almost buried him alive. The snow stopped on the eighth morning. Julian crawled out of the snowbank. His lips were purple, but his eyes still burned with fight. Just then, a black SUV pulled up to the building. A sharp-dressed man stepped out. It was Alpha Marcus, the strongest Alpha in the North. He held a bouquet of rare Moonflowers. They only grew on the highest snowy peaks. The guards quickly opened the doors for him with wide smiles. "Alpha Marcus. Healer Quinn is waiting for you upstairs."

The moment they landed, she abandoned them. "Go by yourselves. I need to find Nora first." Ignoring their calls behind her, she rushed straight to the gates of Northbridge University. She waited there for an entire day, but she never saw her husband or daughter. "Nora Duncan? There isn't anyone by that name in this year's medical school cohort." The student volunteer welcoming freshmen looked at her strangely. "Ma'am, did you remember wrong?" Marissa's mind went completely blank. How could that be? Nora Duncan had clearly been admitted to the clinical medicine program!

" Meeting his gaze, I felt nothing but calm. He was always like this. The moonstone could wait. The marking ceremony could wait. My brother's coronation could wait. But time waits for no one in some cases. I offered no further explanation and simply walked toward the bedroom. In the darkness, I lay staring at the ceiling. My phone vibrated gently. The screen lit up with a message from my brother. [How was the Moon Goddess Festival today? Are you exhausted?] I stared at those words for a long time without replying. Soon, another message appeared. [Have you made up your mind about next week's marking ceremony? Adrian is your fated mate, after all.]

"Uriah, Irina will never forgive you. For the rest of your life, you'll only have me. You can't shake me off. I'll be clinging to you forever." With that, Sophie left, and the empty room returned to silence. Uriah stood by the floor-to-ceiling window and lit a cigarette. He looked calmly at the countless lights of the city, knowing that not a single light in this world would ever be lit for him again. The next morning at 8 a.m., when Irina arrived at the courthouse, she saw Uriah already there. The exhaustion on his face made it clear he had not slept all night, but he had shaved and was dressed appropriately.

My plan was simple: Live like a slacker until Travis became a rich, successful CEO. Then sit back and enjoy life as a pampered young lady. During my major course, I was hiding in the back row scrolling on my phone when the original Jennie’s best friend, Linda Lander, texted me and asked if I wanted to join a mixer party. That’s when I remembered. In the original novel, this was the scene where Nancy flirted with three high-quality male leads at a bar. It caused a ripple across the entire storyline.

“They’re doing everything they can.” Lily swayed. Aaron’s arm came around her waist instantly, firm and unyielding, holding her upright as the world tilted dangerously. “Can we see her?” Lily asked desperately. “I’m afraid not right now,” the nurse said. “You’ll need to wait here. A doctor will update you as soon as the surgery is complete.” Wait. The word felt cruel. They were directed to the waiting area, a wide room lined with identical plastic chairs that offered no comfort and no privacy. Lily sat stiffly, hands clenched in her lap, eyes locked on the double doors at the far end of the corridor.

"Still barking empty threats at Melissa? Even now?" Nicolas Gibson's eyes gleamed with mockery as he taunted, "Rumors about your impotence are everywhere. If I were you, I'd be begging Melissa to keep the wedding. Who else would marry you now?" Melissa Young—my fiancee and the same woman who orchestrated the scandal that wrecked my reputation—was straightening Nicolas' tie with cool indifference. She scoffed. "A man with a reputation as filthy as his? Even if he begged, I'd never stoop so low as to marry him."

“Figure it out before nightfall and make sure to bring me answers.” “I—yes, Alpha!” Rowan squeaked, grabbing the paper and bolting out the door like his tail was on fire. Silence settled once he left, but it wasn’t peaceful. My chest buzzed with anticipation. A grin spread across my lips without permission. Nova thought he could embarrass me? Make me bleed? Run away? He had no idea who he was dealing with. “Just wait… Soon you’ll be on your knees,” I muttered to myself, voice low, savoring the words. “Begging.”

Luthor looked embarrassed, having been the main instigator of the threats against Dr Woods the day before. “Excellent.” My father said rubbing his hands together happily. “A pack tour and family dinner. Sounds wonderful” *** Three hours later and I am wandering the hallways of the packhouse waiting for Nova and her brothers to return. I know they wouldn’t let anything happen to her but every minute she is not with me is stretching my nerves. I feel tightly wound waiting for the sound of her footsteps or her laughter to come through the door. I was surprised to see Alex come back on his own.

** The Weight of Expectations** The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the small, bustling street outside Ayesha’s family home. The distant sound of vendors calling out their wares mixed with the rhythmic clang of a blacksmith’s hammer somewhere down the lane. Ayesha sat by the open window of her room, her journal perched on her lap, her pen hovering hesitantly above the page. The breeze carried the faint scent of jasmine from the garden below, a fleeting reminder of the small freedoms she still had.