I've Waited A Hundred Years Novels & Stories

"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?"

I don't even wait for him to say anything, but leave with his food as my mind replays his words. Waiting for me. That's what jumps in my head, whilst waiting for the microwave. Those three magical words, it should have been me saying those words not him. I'm usually the one waiting for him, waiting for him to come home, waiting for him to notice me, waiting for him to tell me that he lo - no, I won't go that far. The point is, I'm shocked yet my chest warms at his actions. Him waiting for me like how I'd done so many times, when he returned home late.

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.”

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.

Palomas Blancas said to León de Fuego in a voice trembling with emotion: "God of Fire León de Fuego, thank you!" "Take care of your health, my dear girl." Palomas Blancas cried: "After all this, how can you still say that?" "I know you love me, you're simply acting." "Idiot, do you need to be so obvious? Then wait 7,000 years for me." "I will wait, no matter how many years I will wait." "Yes." *** The human world after 7000 years. “Is this the arrow the king wants?”

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.

"If you find it, tell me. I have been looking for three hundred years." "Three hundred years," I whispered to the empty room. "She has been watching, waiting, and hoping for three hundred years. And she has never found a way." I pressed my palms against my eyes. I pressed my palms against my eyes so hard that I saw colors burst behind my lids, and I tried to focus on the pressure instead of the fear. But the images would not stop, and the fear would not let go. Trying to block out the images that kept flooding my mind. The image of Leandro falling, of Leandro bleeding, and of Leandro's golden eyes closing for the last time.

I thought about my father's face above my left shoulder. I thought about Pip bringing bread. "Tell me the exact words," I said to Vel. "The activation sequence. From the beginning." He told me. I stepped to the edge of the Point. Three hundred years. I found the current. It had never, in any session, come faster than it came now. As though it had been waiting specifically for this. As though it had always known.

“Yes. It’s been a year. Well, it’s been nearly 20 years. I was just wondering, how long you were willing to wait for her.” I look out over the gardens, jealousy of what my father has trying to take root before I pull it back. I have to remember he lost one mate and lived his life alone for hundreds of years. I’ve only been waiting for my mate for nineteen years. “I don’t know, Lady Lorelai. I truly don’t know.”

“I have known for fifty years.” Kazan grabbed him by the front of his shirt. “Then why did you wait?” Evander could have lied. He could have spoken about duty. Timing. Destiny. Instead, he said the one thing Kazan didn’t expect. “Because I was afraid.” Kazan’s grip loosened. Evander’s expression broke. “For fifty years, I told myself I was waiting for the right heir. The right moment. The right sign.” He swallowed. “But the truth?”