What You Waiting For Novels & Stories

I suppressed the ache in my chest and texted Matthew. [Today is Tyler’s birthday. Are you free tonight?] Across the hall, I saw him check his phone. Less than three seconds later, he put it down without a change in expression. As I looked at the unanswered message, I laughed bitterly at myself. I thought, ‘Whitney, get a grip. ‘You should’ve known he would never love you. What were you even expecting?’ I put my phone back in my pocket, took a deep breath, and walked away.

what are you waiting for? Across the street, Maria and Rose are not even trying to hide the fact that they have come to a complete stop in front of my house and have been listening to everything from the beginning and are still waiting for more. What am I waiting for? A childhood sweetheart who made it clear that she doesn't want to go home? A friend who has found love where you always love him since you met him? Crazy dressed in green leggings? Eww no ... - Give me 15 minutes to change.

Exactly where your next target was supposed to be. oh yeah, you guessed it. Oh, love, I'm waiting. Come soon. your time starts now. And your wife is too beautiful. I am waiting. ~ TB ' _________________

and that word lingered longer than anything else, because pending means unfinished, unresolved, waiting. Waiting for the moment it decides again. And next time, it won’t ask.

visit. Something– or someone— was waiting for us. And whatever it was, it had already started.

Waiting for the moment when silence would end. Waiting for Henry to choose.

A faint smile broke through her tear-streaked face as she whispered through her sobs, "Thank you." After that, she looked up Cameron online, then spent the next two weeks waiting outside Cameron's residential area, only for him to never appear even once. That night, Bianca was dead set on waiting for Cameron. He was a no-show as dawn broke, though, so she despondently trudged down the street, the biting wind whipping at her face. She felt no pain, though, only the suffocating pressure in her chest, as if something inside her was collapsing.

"The one Voss's people used, or the other." "The other. The one that's never been touched by anyone I've ever traced." He held my eyes a moment longer than the question needed. "Whoever's behind it, it isn't Voss's old network waking up stale. It's something that's been asleep on purpose, waiting for a specific signal, and three days ago it started listening for one."

That night, after calmly arranging his affairs, I took sleeping pills and lay down next to him. “I’ll be with you soon.” When I opened my eyes again, there was a blinding white light. “Are you okay?” I shot upright and realized I was leaning over my desk. The girl next to me was wiping tears from her cheeks, choking on her sobs. “Emma just went off with Callum. Ugh, finally, love triumphs over everything.” My eyes widened as I looked down at the novel in front of me. It was open to the chapter titled “Please Wait for Me.” The illustration showed him holding my hand, standing by the sea, supporting each other through life.

Just us. *Waiting.*