What You Waiting For Novels & Stories

, I slammed my locker shut and walked away. ............ After class, I stood on an empty field, waiting for Kaden. The clock went slowly as I remained on my spot, every seconds increasing my anxiety and fear battling inside me. " He should be here by now", I whispered. Kaden said he was going to be here so he will come, I said to my inner mind, trying to convince myself that he will be here. Kicking a small pebble of stone, I noticed someone behind me so I swiftly turned around hoping it was Kaden but I shook my head in disappointment.

I-I just responded' "Yes, yes I know. Just let me do this for now.. You don't know how much I waited for this"

I wheezed out "Waiting for a mate,"

The clock ticks somewhere in the background. Slow. Time feels still. And I sit there. Waiting. Hoping. Praying even, that’s something I haven’t done in a long time. Just please. Let him be okay. No answers come. No updates. Just silence.

Finding it ironic, I softly said, "Gloria's right—it's just a meal, after all." It was just a meal. This wasn't the first time it had happened, anyway. Francesca threw a party the night before she left the country. I was burning with a fever at home, barely conscious. Ian answered with a drunken slur when I called. Upon hearing my request for him to take me to the hospital, he snapped, "I'm just out for dinner! Did you really have to call me repeatedly?" On our fifth wedding anniversary, he delayed telling me his flight details. It wasn't until dinner had gone cold and the restaurant was closing that he finally picked up the video call.

Looking me deαd in the fαce. Wαiting for αn αnswer I wαsn’t sure I could give.

Not waiting for conclusion. Waiting for the first “I” that had never existed before to realize it was about to be born.

Except this isn't violence waiting for me. I don't know what's waiting.

Not waiting for anyone. Just ready for what came next.

He had never seen Olliver talk to anyone like that before ever. "I did wait. But it was painful to watch you pretending to jot down and work on something that I know would take at least another thirty-four hours." The stranger said, surprising Smith once again. How did this man know what they were working on and how long they had to wait for any reaction? "It's called getting accurate details throughout the experiment. Of course, you wouldn't know anything about that since you barely ever walk out of your office. You might get fat very soon if don't watch out…"