Waiting To Exhale Book Novels & Stories

Smoked it slow. Eyes flicking from one window to the next. Like something might move. Something might blink. Something might be waiting. He sat there, smoke trailing up toward the ceiling, heart thudding slow but hard. Waiting. For a knock. For a shadow. For the next name to vanish. *********** EXECUTIONER

Stаndіng thеrе wаіtіng іѕ a tеrrіblе fееlіng, full оf dread аnd ѕhаmе. Our blосk іѕ nеаrlу dеѕеrtеd, ѕо nоt mаnу реорlе drive раѕt; except fоr the rеgulаrѕ. I wonder whаt thе оthеrѕ thіnk when thеу ѕее me. [Next POV: 'Carrie' in Chapter 74.2]

The jacket was unbuttoned; the holster under it would take him less than a second to find. Sasha opened the book and relaxed into the chair. The paper sighed. Her shoulders exhaled. A paragraph or two and the language did its trick: a river on a page, the first footstep onto a road she hadn’t walked. She let her eyes move and her breathing even out. If she held still and pretended well, the world would forget her for twenty minutes.

Absolutely. Here’s Chapter 32 – The Goodbye written from CHAPTER 32 – THE GOODBYE (Althea’s POV) The taxi ride from the Navarro Enterprises building to my apartment felt surreal. Every street, every honking car, every neon sign seemed blurred, as if the world had gone soft around the edges and left me standing still. My hands gripped my purse in my lap, knuckles white, nails biting into my palms. I tried to breathe, but the air felt thick, heavy, like it was pressing down on my chest, making my heart thump painfully against my ribs.

What if Bonus Chapter 2: What If They Met at an Airport Delay? Eli POV The departure board glowed an angry, unforgiving red in the bustling international terminal, the word DELAYED stamped across every single flight like a cruel cosmic punchline. My connection to London had already been pushed back six hours, then eight, and now it sat at “indefinite.” I slumped deeper into the stiff plastic chair near Gate 12, backpack wedged protectively between my feet. My worn copy of *Midnight’s Children* lay open on my lap, pages barely turning despite my best efforts. Silver nail polish chipped at the edges from anxious tapping, ink smudges stained my fingers from frantic thesis notes scribbled during

She would never say something so selfish either. Nathan pulled Lily's legs off his waist and headed to Willow's bedroom. The room was full of ash. It hadn't been cleaned up yet since the fire. The prayer journal in the box had been previously soaked through, so that had kept it from burning in the fire. It sat at the bottom of the box, and the handwriting in it was neat and careful, every word written with care. "Nathan, I wrote these prayers for you. Please, don't spend the rest of your life blaming yourself for my mother's death," Willow had said when she showed it to him.

“Vivian is a rich heiress. The only reason I’m swallowing my pride and sucking up to her is for the company, for this family, and for you. “If you can’t understand that, fine, but you also keep holding me back. “Enough already! It’s just a minor surgery. Tell the doctor to postpone it for a while. Once I calm her down, I’ll head over to the hospital and stay with you, okay?!” He hung up impatiently. I did not call back. Instead, I dialed a number I had not touched in years. “Lucas, I lost. I’m willing to leave him now and accept whatever arrangements the family wants.” Lucas let out a quiet sigh. “You fought so hard for him back then. Can you really let him go?” I looked around the hospital

I uttered, staring into blank space as I leaned my chin on my knuckles again. ~ Night had fallen, and i was still occupying myself with this particular business book which had caught my fancy for a while, now. I needed to get my mind off the current situation at home, just so I could wait for the next day when things would be resolved, and I would know what’s next. Apparently, waiting until tomorrow seemed like I had to wait for seventy-two hours, so it was only wise to occupy my mind with something interesting, and intriguing. “Do you mind lending me this book once you’re done with it?” I heard a child-like voice from nowhere, and I had to bring down the book from my face to see who was pro

"In that case, I think the pizza can wait." End of Book One: Incendiary

“I believe we would be passing the Kingdom of Elysia and many other counties before we reach there.” “That’s right, we’ll go to every country in the world and make this adventure the best!” Chapter 3 ends~ to be continued