Waiting For You Novel Novels & Stories

That night, after calmly arranging his affairs, I took sleeping pills and lay down next to him. “I’ll be with you soon.” When I opened my eyes again, there was a blinding white light. “Are you okay?” I shot upright and realized I was leaning over my desk. The girl next to me was wiping tears from her cheeks, choking on her sobs. “Emma just went off with Callum. Ugh, finally, love triumphs over everything.” My eyes widened as I looked down at the novel in front of me. It was open to the chapter titled “Please Wait for Me.” The illustration showed him holding my hand, standing by the sea, supporting each other through life.

That night, Matthew sat on the kitchen floor until morning. It was the first time he had ever looked so defeated. In the past, no matter how late he came home, there was always a light waiting for him. There was always someone sitting on the couch, quietly waiting for him. That was all gone. The big house felt empty, and he was the only one left waiting for daylight. The next morning, Matthew did not bother to change his clothes. He went straight to the office.

There’s a new world out here. ______________ In the morning, around 8, Jacob knocked on the door. When he walked in, he reeked of money. He greeted his brother and looked over at me with a grin on his face. “Well hello, I don’t believe we’ve met. I’m Jac-” “Jacob. I’ve heard a lot about you. I’m June.” I smiled back. “Like the month?” He let out a laugh and it made me fluster. “Nice to meet you, summer. I assume you’ve been distracting my brother here?”

The flower shop kept doing better, and Owen kept helping out. One evening, he stood outside downstairs and told me he liked me. I hesitated for a long time — not because he wasn't good enough. "Owen, there's something you should know first. My past isn't simple. I spent three years in Ashford waiting on someone, and I only came here after there was nothing left to wait for." "I already knew that." I looked up at him. He smiled.

" With that, he wrapped his arm around Susan's waist and walked upstairs. Susan leaned against his chest before turning to look at me with a hint of triumph in her eyes. I slowly crouched. The marble floor was icy-cold. I picked up a sharp shard and pressed my fingertip against the edge, letting it pierce through my skin. Bright, vivid blood seeped out. It hurt terribly, but the pain cleared my mind.

No opening line I already knew by heart, no unhurried architecture building toward its point across three paragraphs of patient menace. Nyra, it read. You found the node. I expected you would, eventually, though I confess I didn't expect Fen to be quite that fast. Consider this confirmation, since I imagine some part of you is still hoping Delacroix acted alone, on some old schedule of his own making, unconnected to anything happening now. He didn't. I woke it. I chose the timing. Forty minutes after your compound believed itself safe seemed the correct moment to remind you that safety is a story people tell themselves between the moments that actually matter. This is not background noise, N

"Good things come to those who wait." I felt the bed shift as Anna moved behind me. She pressed her body against my back, her breasts soft against my skin, her arms wrapping around my waist. Her hand found mine, and she laced her fingers through mine, guiding them back down to Lily's waiting heat. "She's waited long enough," Anna whispered in my ear, her tongue darting out to trace the shell of my ear. "Make her scream again. I want to hear it."

A pause that had commerce in it. "Private transport. Separately from the others. He wants delivery by the weekend." He moved on. Isla's hand found mine and held on with everything she had and I held back with everything I had left which was not much but I gave her all of it because she was nineteen and she had shared her water and she was the only real thing I had touched in days that wasn't trying to take something from me. I looked at the sky. Grey and wide and indifferent and going on forever in every direction above the port and all the cranes and containers and all of us standing in a line between them waiting to become someone's weekend delivery.

Nova chose to hold her wedding in her favorite country, Fontania. It was also where Francesca had been living. On the plane, I sat by the window, staring out at everything below. And despite everything, I found myself thinking of Ian. He had flown to Fontania alone countless times over the past eight years. I wondered what was on his mind during those trips. Was it regret over how little time we spent? Or was it the joy of seeing Francesca again? … On the day of the wedding, Nova looked beyond stunning as she stepped out in her exquisite wedding dress.