I've Waited 100 Years Novels & Stories

She couldn’t find any. She felt herself being torn in half. Every inch of her body and mind wanted him. This was the man she had been pining over for ten long years. She wanted Landon more than she had ever wanted any other man. She could barely contain her excitement and hold back the desire pulsing through her. On the other hand, she couldn’t take another heartbreak. She could tell she would fall for him. Hard. She was already having a hard time telling her heart to slow down and stop getting so excited around him.

As if knowing that his goddamned chattering hit a bad spot in me, he went silent. Did he really just say “ten years” now? He really looked for me around the world for ten years and couldn’t find me? Now, that’s laughable. The paparazzi definitely didn’t do so much hard work as looking up the whole world before they found me and bloody shamed me.

Lexon said as he caressed the Omega's cheek. “It's been ten years! How much longer do we have to wait?” Lexon sighs as he sets the bottle on the nightstand next to them. He takes the Omega's face into his hand and rests their foreheads together. “Okay,” “Okay?” Jace pulled his face away to look at Lexon. “You're right. It's been ten years, and we still haven't found Nadja or come close to ending these underground facilities. It's not fair to make you wait. Let's start trying,”

she whispered, her hand reaching for his, “you know I hate surprises.” His laughter was warm, breaking the tension in the air. “Trust me,” he replied, squeezing her hand gently. “This one’s worth the wait.” And she waited. She waited five years ago like an idiot. She waited by the bridge for five hours, clutching the bracelet she had poured her heart into making for him, and he never came. She waited until the cold seeped into her bones, until her body started shivering uncontrollably, until the last bus left the bus stop and the streets were empty—but he never came.

I will carry it around with me forever, I will cherish her beauty for as long as infinity. I went to the spot that I met her at the last time to wait for her. There is one thing I never thought I would say in all the decades of being in this world. I never thought that I would want to wait for someone for forever. I actually have never had the patience to wait, if you take you time coming it really pissed me off. But for her, waiting for her is the easiest thing I can do in this world. For her its never too late, I think I could even wait a millennia for her If needed.

The satisfaction I will feel is indescribable, especially when I have been chasing her and waiting patiently for almost ten years for the right moment. This big man merely throws a wrench in my plans for the time being, until I can get away and find “her” again. It just seems like every time I get close, I either strike and nothing happens, or someone gets in my way. Like this Luminous organization for example.

"The fact that you're okay with me not knowing yet." He reached over and took my hand. "I've waited ten years for you to come back," he said. "I can wait as long as it takes for you to decide that staying is what you actually want." I held his hand and didn't say anything because some things don't need words. They just need time and the person willing to sit in that time with you, completely, waiting for you to catch up to yourself.

“It’s been ten years since you’ve seen me?” I sputtered, sure that my jaw had fallen to the floor. “A very long ten years.” He smiled wryly, “I got your note, by the way. I think I might’ve come a few years late, but I found it.” “I waited for you, for as long as I could, but you never showed.” I replied, my words ending on a sad note.

After all, as long as he was able to find this mysterious person, all the other mysteries could be resolved much easier. To his surprise, Wagner simply shook his head before replying, “I’m afraid that I’m not quite sure who the person who told us to wait for you was, mister… After all, my ancestors had been told to wait from eight hundred years ago… Thanks to Master Ghost’s near-perfect calculations, however, he was able to estimate that I’d be able to meet that person soon. If you truly are the one we’ve been waiting for, then our eight hundred year mission is now finally complete!”

“Every time. For four hundred years.” “Until now,” Malek said. His voice barely louder than a whisper. I stared at the crack. At the not-shape, still and patient, four centuries of waiting humming in the air, in my bones, in the mark itself. “If I walk through,” I said, “I don’t know if I come back.” Nobody answered. I looked at Rhydian, Malek, Soren, the three of them standing right at the edge with me. None of the old texts ever drew this moment, not fully; neither did the network. Four hundred years, waiting for someone to finally step through.