Waiting On The Other Shoe To Drop นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Waiting for Julian to make his move. Waiting for the trap to spring. Waiting for the moment when everything would finally come crashing down. And I was scared as hell.

Just passing the bottle back and forth like we were teenagers sneaking wine in someone’s basement. The invitations were gone—mailed yesterday. Six weeks until June 15th. Six weeks until rooftop vows, bare feet on the deck, white roses, David’s guitar, and the people who actually mattered watching us promise forever without paper. I took a sip. Passed the bottle. He took it. Drank. Passed it back. No words for a while. Just the city hum outside. Rain starting again—soft taps on the glass. I leaned my head on his shoulder. “I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop,” I said quietly.

The space between the sofa and the hearth felt charged, as if the air itself was vibrating. "I keep waiting for the phone to buzz," I admitted, looking down at my hands. I flexed them, feeling the ghost of a blackberry or a pen always ready to sign a contract. "I keep waiting for Marcus to call and tell me there’s a leak in the press, or a new lawsuit from the minority shareholders, or some fresh scandal Vivienne has cooked up. It’s a hard habit to break, the constant, gnawing expectation of a disaster."

Stay tuned and wait for the updates. Love you all.........

"What connections?" "That's when I made a noise. Accidentally. A shoe scraping on the floor. They stopped talking. Security came and escorted me to the waiting room. I never heard the rest." Valerie opened her eyes. "But that phrase stuck with me. 'Someone Bethany will never suspect.' Shaw said it right before I made that noise. Said 'Don't worry. Even if she wins, the partner is someone she'll never suspect. Someone close enough to watch. Patient enough to wait.'"

MIA As Alpha Williams walked toward me, sword in hand, all the events that had occurred in my life began to play in my mind. And I just stood still, waiting for it to happen—waiting for the last shoe to drop. He had a relaxed look on his face, as if he were approaching his daughter to say something to her. But I wasn’t his daughter, and the sword in his hands wasn’t for talking.

I made sure she was well covered before reaching down to pull my shoes off. I sat on the couch and start untying the shoelaces one after the other. One of the disadvantages of wearing sneakers I guess. You have to lose the lace before getting rid of the damn shoe from your feet. I turned to look at the door when I heard a knock. I waited for the knock to come again and after a brief moment of silence, I didn't hear it. I'm sure the first sound I heard was a knock. Maybe it's from the opposite room. I shrugged my shoulder and continue untying my shoelaces.

is whether they are waiting for something to happen. Or waiting for me to make a mistake.

Just us. *Waiting.*

--- They were stepping into something that had been expecting them all along. --- Waiting. --- Watching. --- Ready.