I've Waited 100 Years Novels & Stories

But there was something about him now, he looked cold, a little too much. He didn't smile at the screaming girls or even acknowledge them. He simply waited for the noise to settle, then he cleared his throat. "Good morning." The hall immediately became quieter the moment he started speaking. Naomi leaned toward me. "See? He's a total asshole, but he is one charming sight, you must agree." I barely heard her, I was staring at him. Ten years. I had waited ten years to see him again, I had imagined this moment so many times, sometimes I imagined him running toward me, sometimes I imagined us laughing about how much we had changed, sometimes I imagined him asking about my letters, asking why I h

He was immovable for a long time. But the man let him be and calmly waited for him in silence and in peace. One year. Two years. 10 100 1,000 1,000,000 10,000,000,000. After 10 billion years of inert waiting, the fat god finally opened his eyes and stood to face the man and said. "Thank you for your kindness and patience, brother," the fat god addressed the man as if they were longtime friends who saw each other after many years of separation.

However, with only over a hundred years ago since the last one appeared, he still has eight hundred and sixty something years to wait till the next one. “Honestly, nothing new. I really wish that I can fast forward the hands of time till the next sprouting. I mean, I know I will be alive to see it but it just feels so long.” He groaned. He has his father’s ginger hair and his mother’s gray eyes, making him a peerless beauty of his own. “Since you already know that you would still see it, why so impatient?” Edward asked. “You won’t understand, Uncle Edward. Yes, I have long to live, but having to wait eight hundred years for something I want, it’s not easy.”

“Won’t be that in say another twelve years or so. You do realize it is going to happen, right?” “Yeah, I guess. I am happy that Skyhas found the one but I am not sure how he will handle himself. I mean twelve years is a long time Craig. A grown man has his needs, right?” “Yes, but our son is a smart boy. He will handle himself just fine. But it amazes me, full soulmate bond at the first meet between two people so far apart in their age. This boy must be really special, huh? Tell me about him?”

It is a beginning shaped like an ending and I have been building toward it since a wrong elevator floor and a wolf who bowed before I saw a face and I am almost there. Almost. Four more minutes at the end of six hours. I can wait four minutes. I have waited eight years.

I'm 476 years old, and the war I explained happened roughly 500 years ago. I used to fantasize about the day I'd meet my mate. Meeting the one who was created for me was fascinating, and after what Mom said, I was even more excited to meet her. I know I'll cherish her and give her all her happiness. Because this years-long wait has evolved into a centuries-long hold, I know my mate will be someone deserving. I have often felt disheartened and thought that I would never find a mate, but then I remind myself that she may not have been born yet, which is why it is taking so long, and when I meet her, I know it will all be worth it.

Outside my window, the moon was full. I didn’t know why, but the strangers words clung to me like a prophecy. “I’ve been waiting for you… for a thousand years.”

"Give me three years." "THREE YEARS?! THAT'S TOO LONG!" "Isn't the sweetest wine is a hundred years old?" Evander revolted "So you're telling us to wait for a hundred years?! how----" "Three years. and we'll give him the best revenge the world has yet to see." She interrupted his disapproval with a wicked smile. ".... how can we be so sure that it will work?"

So I said, "Be my friend." He blinked. "Friend?" "I love roses. Bring me a bouquet—right here, where I found you. I come here every day." "Okay. Wait for me. I'll come." "Deal." What happened next was painfully obvious. I'd run away to avoid the arranged marriage—and forgotten about a boy waiting with roses in the middle of nowhere. One promise. He remembered it for ten years. Waited for ten years. "I'm sorry I kept you waiting." There was no anger in his voice. Only gratitude. "It's alright. I'm just glad I finally got to see you again."

"We'll need everything ready in ten days to have the buffer." "Ten days," Claire said. She looked at the clearing. At the place where something enormous was waiting with the specific patience of something that had waited for three hundred years and knew how to hold a few more weeks in the palm of that. "Let's go build the door," she said.