Waiting On Him Quotes Novels & Stories

Waiting to see. if we would answer again. ✨

He was getting bored waiting for his potential sweetheart to arrive. Jeff just sighed. This was the third time his friend had muttered the same thing. He was also tired of waiting for the sweet hitman to arrive, but he was still patient. “Tsk, never mind. They're probably preparing their plan.” Hearing that, Law sighed for the umpteenth time. He looked away from the screen and leaned his head back against the chair. He was really annoyed because he had been waiting for so long.

“Tomorrow, we see what you remember when you are less exhausted.” “I won’t give him to you,” she said. “You won’t have to,” he replied. “If he is what I think he is, he will come back.” He let the words hang like bait in dark water. He leaned in, his horns framing her face, his mouth close enough that she felt the heat of each word on her lips. “And when he does,” Apollo murmured, “I will be waiting.”

Pours water. He stands on the other side of the island. He waits. This is one of the things I have learned about him that he has a specific quality of waiting that is different from silence. Silence can be absence. His waiting is presence. He is entirely here, entirely attentive, and entirely willing to give me whatever time I need before I speak. "He mentions Margaret ," I say. "I know. You told me this morning." "He says he hopes she has.m.whatever that thing is. That he thinks she will." I look at the letter. "He doesn't name it. The thing."

"I'm sorry. I've neglected you a bit lately." "It's alright. No matter how long it takes—if you need me, I'll always be right here, waiting." Her heart trembled at those words. She turned to look at him, the glow from passing streetlights cutting softly across his profile. Years later, Sharon would still remember that sentence—word for word. But even then, she would still wonder… was there ever really someone who could stand in the same place, waiting forever?

he whispers back, having me shiver pleasurably. “How would you even now?” I clear my throat, tearing us out of our trance. I narrow my eyes at him, while he watches me grimly. “Because I know a certain someone that is going through the exact same situation as you, and I want to tell you, that you don’t have to settle for the prick. Maybe there is someone out there waiting for you!” Is he waiting for me? “Why are you telling me that?” He passes his hands through his hair, tousling it.

He also knew he had to be honest with his mother or she won’t ever let go. “Mum, I..am going to see Him..” Vienna was taken aback. When Schuyler saw her look, he pleaded, “Please mamma, I can’t wait anymore. It’s killing me to not see him. And ..and.. I have a feeling, he too is searching for me. Mum, say something.” Vienna was furious. She took a few breaths and calmed herself. She knew this would happen soon. But her reason for being angry was a different one today.

He spun it once in his hand, the blade catching the light before he set it down again. “You’re asking for patience,” he said. “I’m asking for intelligence.” He glanced at me. “Same thing, apparently.” “Not always,” I replied. He exhaled sharply through his nose, clearly annoyed. “I don’t like waiting.” “I know.” “I don’t like watching from the sidelines.” “I know.” “I don’t like letting opportunities pass.” “They won’t pass, not if we do this right” I said firmly. He turned to face me fully again. “And if we don’t?”

“Mom, is Dad too busy?” A sharp pain hit my chest. I wanted to explain, but no words came out. In the end, I said, “It’s okay. I’ll always be with you.” Tyler did not ask further questions. He quietly picked up his birthday hat. “Mom, can you put it on for me?” I nodded. As I reached for it, I noticed Quilla’s latest social media post. [Today was great. I really enjoyed myself.]

I wanted to sound casual, not wanting him to find me like a needy, whiny mate, and waited for his reply with bated breath. Okay, a minute later I started breathing because his reply was taking too long and my lungs were bursting with the need for oxygen but I still waited. Ten minutes later, I've started to think of what to cook for breakfast while I waited some more. Thirty minutes later, I still have not received any reply from the guy. Holy crap. Right. Because he has nothing better to do but wait around for me to text him so that he could reply. He is an Alpha and a King for God's sake. Surely he has loads of things on his plate, like running a pack and a bloody country!