What You Waiting For Novels & Stories

Waiting, the way it has always waited. For this. For us.

Waiting for a message that's never going to come. From a woman who's already gone.

Elita Once again in life, I am forced to realize that waiting is the hardest thing to do. Waiting for someone is like dragging your body over a bed of nails. It is slow. It is painful. It does not kill, but it leaves me writhing. Time stretches, moving too slow, making every breath feel heavy, every heartbeat feel too slow. The worst part of it? Not knowing if they are even coming back, or if I am waiting for nothing, or if I should do something instead of just…sitting around and waiting.

Watching and waiting. . . . Watching and waiting.

W I'll wait for you no matter what it takes, that's my promise. I will wait for you no matter how long.

I do not beg. I wait.

Only light. Only waiting.

:| At least, let me know that you’re alright. :| And also maybe… if we’re alright. She was waiting patiently with eyes wide open. Five minutes. Twenty minutes. One hour. Until someone on the other side was typing. Her eyes sparkled, expecting to receive a hopeful message.

“I have one more favor to ask. Can you get Mateo to look into a woman named ‘Brooklyn Eversteen’? Apparently she is Vincent’s fiance.” “Youch. You might want to steer clear of that, Vincent’s women tend to be forward and determined.” Landon clenched his fists to restrain from lashing out at his brother. “Just have him check on it, okay? The circumstances seem a little suspicious.” Levi grunted. “Fine.” “I’ve got to go, Levi, but I’ll give you updates tomorrow. And don’t worry about me, I’m doing just fine.” Levi grunted. “Keep me in the loop. I will send Patrick again if you slack on your communication. We need to take the Arroyos down.”

Fathia was waiting for the day to break, she couldn't sleep, she was rolling on her bed till day break, and she woke up early In the morning did her regular morning chores, and she bath, dressed up waiting for Peter, and her mom asked, “are you going out this morning?“ “why did you asked?“ Fathia asked, “you look bright and cheerful this morning” her mom retorted, “I have a feeling that something beautiful Is coming my way” Fathia said,