I've Waited 100 Years Novels & Stories

She sat beside him, legs dangling in the air, swinging back and forth. "Great-Grandma says you stood here every night waiting for her. You waited for three hundred years." Her voice was very soft. When she said *three hundred years*, she stretched the word *hundred* very long, like she was counting a very big number. She did not know how long three hundred years was. She only knew it was a very long time. Long enough for Great-Grandma's hair to turn white. Long enough for the pine trees outside the window to grow taller. Long enough that she had not even been born yet.

I may sound cocky, that was not my intention. I just needed to get my determination across. I want her to understand that I mean it this time around more than ever. If she will keep me waiting more years to come, then so be it. “We have been apart for ten years, Cam…” I breathed out, “…ten years.” I breathed out, shaking my head softly. “And not once did my love for you waver. If I can wait ten years, then I can surely prove to you that my love for you is real. That I love you, and that I want you to be mine again.”

I say as a thought flashes in my head like a reality. "Non posso più aspettare, ho passato dieci anni solo per assicurarmi che ciò accadesse, niente mi rovinerà questo momento. [I can not wait any longer, I’ve spent ten years just to make sure this happens, nothing will ruin this moment for me.]"

"I am waiting for someone, can you give me an hour. It's not like I can run away." “I have waited 200 years for you, I can wait for an extra hour.” He said, sipping his drink. She nodded and hoped Serena would arrive soon.

It could take weeks for the press to get a glimpse into that mansion, like me, I was certain the press was the last thing on their list of problems. "No. The man could come out of his house next week or next month. I'm not sitting and waiting for that. I'm tired." I said lying through my teeth. This victory didn't feel as sweet as I had imagined it would be, instead, I only felt drained and incomplete.

" The voice was tiny and on top of her. Rolape looked up to stare at someone petite standing on the quadrangle with a beaming smile. ONE. THOUSAND. YEARS. Thank you for

I answered him and stopped from walking to let my mouth speak whatever my mind is thinking about now. "What is it with if it's him? Yes, it's been 10 years. Ten long years. If it's him, why did he showed up in front of you just now? Why after ten years? Why not earlier? Think about that also. Don't let your feelings drive you insane like what it did years ago. Look back on everything that had happened to you when you let your feelings take over you." He answered that made me think. Those words from Flame became one of my questions, too. Why? Flame is right. Why now? Why just after ten years? Why did he wait for ten years to show up in front of me if he can anytime?

"I have waited to find her for almost ten years and if I get a chance I wouldn't back off and will do anything to make her mine." ____________________________________ Next will be updated tomorrow. Keep liking and following me here. Do not forget to leave comments and share your reviews. Till the next adios.

Its introduction was those phrases written on the walls, and its conclusion was as follows: Hindus have been waiting for 3,700 years, Kalki. For 2,600 years, Buddhists have been waiting for Maitreya. The Jews have been waiting for 2,500 years, the Messiah. For 2000 years, Christians have been waiting for Jesus. The Sunnis have been waiting for 1,400 years, the Prophet Jesus. The Shiites have been waiting for 1080 years, the Mahdi. The Druze have been waiting for 1,000 years, the ruler by God's command.

The girl smiled again, showing her white and immaculate teeth. Right away, the girl knelt in front of Xyla. “Master, I’ve been waiting for you here for a long time.” Xyla was suddenly dumbfounded. What did she mean by that? “Why were you waiting for me? What do you mean?” Xyla asked. “I have been waiting for you for over 1900 years, and now you’re finally here, Master,” the girl said in earnest. Xyla couldn't be more confused. 1900 years?