Waiting To Exhale Book Novels & Stories

He breathed deeply, looking like he was trying his best to keep his emotions in check. However, his hands betrayed him. They shook as he extracted the report from the folder, wanting to verify whether his guess was right. I sat on the cold bench in the hallway, slowly calming down. I finally had the courage to meet Ewan's gaze. At this juncture, there was no point in hiding anything anymore. So, I held my head high and admitted the truth. "Yes, she is." I heard my own breathing, just as I heard Ewan's behind me. It sounded like it was right by my ear. His breathing was heavy, seemingly coming from the deepest part of his chest.

"The plum blossoms wait for spring, enduring the frost in silence." God, I want to die. I clear my throat, stalling. “Uh, yeah. So… the poet is, like, really into waiting for spring.” Silence. I push forward. “You know… waiting for life to get better. Or whatever.” More silence. The weight of it crushes me. Wright tilts his head just slightly, his fingers tapping a slow, rhythmic beat against the spine of his book. A predator assessing its prey. "That’s it?"

A frenzy crystal soaked in pure wolfsbane and dark magic. "No!" Julian saw the danger and lunged at her. But he was too late. Crack! Black smoke exploded outwards. A frenzy toxin. My healer instincts screamed. The closest guards inhaled it. Their eyes snapped blood-red. They lost their minds and roared like monsters. Worse, the rogues who snuck in with Chloe breathed it in too. They shifted into bloodthirsty beasts instantly. People started screaming. The summit turned into a slaughterhouse. Razor-sharp claws tore through the air. Fangs flashed in the light.

His knuckles would be white, his body trembling beneath his expensive, bespoke suit. He would stare at the medical terms. Ectopic Pregnancy. Massive Hemorrhage. Consent signed by patient. Every word would detonate against his pride. He would read it once, twice, a thousand times. Until the letters twisted into taunting blades that tore apart his so-called sense of control. "This can't be real." He would roar like a madman in the empty room. "Elara is lying to me. How dare she lie to me about something like this?"

It felt as though a relentless specter was haunting us, sending us into utter despair. An ominous feeling clawed at my mind—this wasn't over. With trembling hands, Hope got up and accepted the shoebox-sized package. Her face, distorted by terror and unease, turned to me several times. But in the end, she picked up a small knife and cut open the tape. The lid came off. Instantly, her eyes were filled with terror. Her face drained of its color, twisting grotesquely while her chest heaved in frantic gasps as though her lungs were about to collapse.

All I can do is wait and wait until Liam does send me a message. I reach for my book on the bedside cabinet, I’m an avid reader but tonight I open it up and just stare at the pages. So unlike me, especially when it’s the a Colleen Hoover like this one is. Really, I’m not even able to focus on the words, they’re swimming in front of my eyes. Perhaps I ought to swap to an audio book, that might soothe me whilst I wait.

Rosemary’s Pov “I will eat later…” I say softly , offering him a smile. He exchanges a look with Xavier , but I do not stay for the lectures that I know is coming. Instead I walk to the entrance and sit on the floor in a crossed legged position – my eyes fixated on the fiery red flames that almost touches the sky. I sit out there for a while , enjoying the peace of being alone. At this moment , all I ever want is to be alone. I would often feel my stomach kick me with hunger , as my nose smelt the food that was cooking but I easily turned my attention back to the burning kingdom.

There was only one way to find out. Drawing in a deep breath, I gripped a gold-bound book and tugged it out of the shelf. My heart hammered in anticipation but nothing happened. A sigh of longing left my lips as I ran my fingertips over the embossed pattern. ‘The Rites of life and death.’ How I wish I had the time to read this. I let my gaze linger on its cover for a moment before putting it back.

I didn’t even know what he was going through right now. I peered at the passage book, controlling myself as I drew in deep breaths. The passage book was placed against a wall in the training hall of AAC headquarters. Maybe this was how the wizards could open multiple passages into Blank Space. There was organized chaos all around me. And all I could hear amidst the din were my echoing breaths and the constant snapping of Kian’s bones. This sound haunted my mind in a loop, making me even more restless internally. I impatiently stared at the gray walls, waiting for the next passage to open up and bring some news about Kian.

And waits. The debt can wait. The fight can wait. Everything can wait. For four years and nine months. Then the real story begins. END OF PART ONE