Novel & Cerita I've Waited 100 Years

I could not afford to waste my youth waiting until I was over the age limit and lost the qualification forever, or until the day he might finally change his mind. If I wanted it, I needed to fight for it. George's gaze locked on me for a long while. An emotion I couldn't name flashed across his eyes. He softly coaxed, "I understand it's been five difficult years, but please be patient and wait another year. Ivy, I promise you. It won't be long." He stepped behind me and wrapped his arms around me, lifting a hand as if to wipe away my tears. I dodged his approaching hand and mocked, "Why do I have to wait? Did you give the spot to someone else? Let me guess. It's Mia, right?"

I will never adapt to that fucking reality, regardless of how much time goes by. Since she left. I was dragging every day, wishing that she would come back. Fifteen years have passed, and I was still waiting. And I’ll be waiting because, with each new day, there’s new hope. And as my sweet Ariadne used to say, “Hope dies last!”.

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~04~ It’s been ten years. Ten fucking torturous years of agonizing wait, and then last… the Moon Goddess decided to bless me with a mate. Fucking finally. He thought to himself. His happiness could not be measured by any weight scale in the whole universe. He had waited for her and yearned for her when he didn’t even know she existed or what she looked like.

He put the phone down. Not yet. Ten years. Both of them wondering. Both of them waiting. Both of them too scared to make the first move. The years apart continued.

Then I turned my gaze back to face the man standing firmly before my chest. Ten long years ago, I had watched Takoda Blackwell leave my grandmother's porch in the mountain snow. I had spent a decade believing he had disappeared into the empty wilderness. Now, my jaw setting hard, I understood the reality. He had not disappeared into the trees; he had gone home, and home had been waiting for its king to return.

Not when she has no idea what this means. I pace the room, hands raking through my hair. How? How in all the gods' names is this even possible? This kind of thing doesn’t happen outside of dreams and myths. Fated mates, sure, but not like this. Not with her. Not with someone who isn't even a werewolf. Yet here I am, my wolf howling that she's the one. The one we've been waiting for, for nearly ten miserable years. And she's here. Now.

The day I finish my college entrance exam, I drag my suitcase back to my parents' house downtown. When Mom opens the door, the first thing she says is, "Now that your college entrance exam is over, stay home for a while." She says a while, not for good. There are three children in our family. My older brother, Samuel Stroud, and my younger sister, Isabelle Stroud, have always lived with our parents, while I was raised by my grandparents. Samuel has his own study, while Isabelle has her own bedroom. I sleep in the living room. Everything they give me is temporary. My toothbrush is disposable, my slippers are disposable, and even my towel is disposable. I don't even have a key to th

Selene murmured, standing close beside Luna as the coalition made their final preparations, "it's been waiting a hundred years to get out. I don't like the idea of finding out exactly how patient a hundred years of waiting makes something." "None of us do," Torin said grimly, checking his own weapons with the careful, deliberate focus of a wolf who had survived considerably more battles than he cared to count. "But patience cuts both ways. We've spent three days building something this kingdom hasn't managed in a century. I intend to find out if it was worth the wait."

He looked up at me with a gaze that was both satisfied and chillingly amused. Then, unexpectedly, he spoke again, his voice softening in a way that sent a chill through me. “But you have to admit, he’s incredibly charming, isn’t he? So innocent, so easy to fool—he hasn’t changed a bit since ten years ago.” The words sliced through me like a blade. ‘Ten years ago?’ Had he truly set his sights on Neil all that time ago? My mind flashed to those haunting video clips, and to his cryptic mention of “waited a full ten years for this.” My suspicions deepened as I pressed him. “Ten years ago? What happened back then?”