Novel & Cerita Waiting To Exhale Book

He stayed home all day, just to watch me walk around naked, sitting in his chair with his eyes fixed on me, touching himself every time I passed. No matter what I do, he watches with that same patient hunger. He never gets angry. He just waits, certain I’ll give in. But I won’t. Even if I starve. Even if I start hallucinating. Even if I’m already halfway broken. I sit by the window more than anywhere else now. The glass is cool beneath my hands. The city feels far away, but it reminds me there’s still a world beyond this cage. A world where Damian might still be alive. Where Gabriella is safe. Where someone; anyone, is coming for me. But as the days stretch on and the silence thickens, even

They peeled off her body and floated into the air like glowing smoke. I stared ahead at the fireplace where she had been staying and the book was there, fettered to the tree. The chains surrounding it wriggled and snapped before it clattered to the ground. I marched toward the book, my heart slamming hard as I walked toward it. I bent but my fingers trembled a few feet away from it, if she wasn't truly dead and I held the book, I would disintegrate. I angled my head toward her corpse again, she remained unmoving. I exhaled deeply and grabbed the book, closing my eyes firmly and waiting for the pain to course through my frame. There was no pain, there was nothing. My eyes snapped open and I s

When she saw me talking to Mom's headstone, her voice was sharp with impatience. "Why waste your breath talking to a headstone? You think she can hear you? What a waste of time." If I'd caught the impatience in her eyes sooner, maybe I could've spared Mom this indignity. Night had fallen by the time I got home, but the lights on the first floor were still on. Dad had spent the day quashing the rumors about my parentage, and I figured he was waiting up to hear what I planned to do next. As I stepped through the door, an unfamiliar figure caught my eye.

I just breathe, in and out until the doors open. Thank God, it’s not just me and Crandon. A few other people step in too. I move all the way to the right side, keeping my back to him. He’s standing in the middle, still staring. I don’t look up, not once. When the elevator reaches my floor, I step out quickly, exhaling the breath I’d been holding. My office is down the hall. I make it there, open the door, step inside, and let it swing shut behind me.

Only then did we pause to catch our breath. I leaned against a tree, panting. I held the book tightly in my arms, I didn't understand what I had just read but the energy from the book, it called to me. Not in a loud way. It was quiet, almost intimate. Like it knew me. Like it had been waiting for me.

Ian's tone turned cold as he told her that he was with me and had no time. Gloria called, scolding him for still clinging to his ex-wife even after the divorce. His expression darkened as he cut her off mid-sentence, "My feelings for Eve didn't disappear just because we're divorced. If you still can't let go of your prejudice against her, we won't show up in front of you again." Although Ian was saying it to Gloria, I clearly saw the way his eyes drifted to me when he spoke. … Ian was unusually excited on the day of my discharge. He kept talking about how he'd prepared the house just for me to go back. "I've prepared a huge surprise for you, Eve. You'll definitely love it!"

"Ian, I was wrong. I'll admit to the mistake. Please let me out. I can't breathe in here. "Ian, please let me out. I'm suffocating. I could hardly breathe in here. "Ian…" While reading those unsent messages, Ian felt his vision turn black. He plopped down on the floor.

— Sophia’s POV The waiting broke me. Not the stone. Not even the shadows licking at the edge of the clearing. It was the waiting. Every second I thought I heard Irene stop. Every second I thought maybe that faint breath had been the last one, and my arms were full of nothing but weight and memory. “Breathe,” I whispered. My mouth was so close to his hair the word trembled against his scalp. “Just keep breathing. That’s all you have to do.”

Although we are nearing the conclusion of this book, I'm not sure how many more chapters are left, as the chapters depend on the length of the scenes remaining. I know we are all excited to know what's going on with Zach, Kairo, and Cyrus, and as much as I wanted to let you know now, we have to wait a while for them, like how we waited for Austin and Lexi from the moment they met at the gas station to when Austin came home with David. But I can assure you, like LTGFFM, the other books will be worth the wait. 💖 THANK YOU FOR LOVING THIS BOOK, we still have some loopholes that need closure, but we made it here already!

Then Zane's voice, "Take it to my study." So there I was in his study. I had pushed the lid off the crate and pulled myself out. Took a warm bath in the cozy bathroom, wore his black robe and waited with brimming excitement. Heart pounding, feet fidgeting, I paced about, too giddy to sit and too jittery to stand still. The air was charged with his scent, the familiar smell of old books and wild nectar and thick anticipation as I waited eagerly for him.