I've Waited 100 Years Novels & Stories

How long had it been? Was it five years? Had it truly been five long years since Prince Calder had left on his journey? Actually, that was a short amount of time compared to most. Some royals took ten, others longer, to complete their quest and come to claim their place on the throne. The longest in history was thirty years. Known as the ‘Age of Absence’, that time had been a dark one.

Eleanor looked at her for a long, quiet moment, and when she answered, her voice had gone gentler than Ethan had ever heard it, gentle in the specific, aching way of someone delivering news she genuinely wished were different. "I've spent thirty years looking for another way," Eleanor said. "I promise you, if one existed, I would have found it by now. There isn't one. There's only the charter, and the man behind that door who's been waiting three hundred years for someone willing enough to finally open it all the way.”

To put these maelstrom of emotions to expression. Expression of longing. Even if Kenneth left me high and dry I will still wait for him. Miracles do exist after all. I’m alive. Maybe he is too. If I’ll just wait for him he will come to wrap his arms around me again. I’m a good girl. I spent fourteen years waiting for my Aunt to see me as another human being – not a tool. Though it didn’t happen, patiently waiting gave me Kenneth. Maybe it will bring him back someday. I just need to wait. Another fourteen years? Twenty? Fifty? Years won't matter. Time is irrelevant. As long as I could have him back I'm willing to do anything.

“I don’t know about you, but you’re already an important part of my life. I won’t listen to anything that you say because as far as I know, YOU are my mate.” I groaned and lightly hit his chest. “I don’t want a mate right now!” “Then, I’ll wait.” I looked up at him, surprised. “What?” “I’ll wait.” “You’ll have to wait for a hundred years,” I said and crossed my arms. “I don’t care. Be it a hundred, thousand, or a million years, I’m still going to wait until I can finally call you my mate.”

"It'll be an hour." He left. He closed the door. The Vault held them in its amber quiet. She held the register. "The last line," she said. "Take care of what you're building." "Yes," he said. "We have waited a long time for it," she said. "Yes," he said. She held the register. "A thousand years is a long time to wait for something," she said. "Yes," he said. "I don't want to make them wait any longer," she said. He held the table.

“We’ve waited for a million years. With our assistance, it will take him a millennium to walk the Ancient Path.” “Alright. Let’s wait for another millennium then.”

Someone who'd been inside this penthouse. Someone who was still out there. And whoever he was, he'd been waiting twenty years to make his next move.

He was the top student at Sterling High School, a very outstanding guy. What hurt him most was that the girl he liked really liked that other boy. Year after year, Luther kept telling himself to let her go, that they would never be together in this lifetime. Still, he could not accept it. He had met her first, after all. Like holding a one-way ticket that would never reach its destination, Luther waited for eight years. The pain of longing even drove him to pray at churches again and again. He only wanted one chance, one opportunity to stand before her openly and proudly.

Elena’s voice trembled. “They searched the national matching database for eight months for this heart, and this was the only one. My Arthur waited for eight months. He waited every single day. He said that once the heart arrived, he could stay with me for another ten years. Ten years. Ten years is enough for him to finish the projects he was working on and enough for him to watch his granddaughter go to college.”

"That is a long time from now." Solenne smiled. "The watcher is patient. It has waited centuries. It can wait a little longer." --- The story was not over. The story was just beginning. End of Chapter 136