I've Waited A Hundred Years Novels & Stories

I hope so. I snorted at how desperate I sound in the past, hoping to meet someone I have met from a dream. I ended up waiting for half a century again after that, and I bet, that has done it. She took her sweet time and I am a very impatient person. I run my hands on my hair and continue down the letter.

"How small a number are we talking about for the start?" "Perhaps a hundred at most initially." Silas turned his cup slowly in his hand. "And the others wait below while this happens?" "They have waited a thousand years," Oscar said simply. "They can wait a little longer if it means coming up properly rather than all at once and creating panic."

Something in my chest was breaking open. "I don't know how to let people in," I said. "I don't know how to trust. I don't know how to—" "Let me show you." His voice was soft. "One step at a time." I shook my head. "I'm not ready." "I know." "Then why are you still here?" "Because I've been waiting for fifteen years." His eyes met mine. "I can wait a little longer." ---

And a woman who had been attending carefully for sixty-some years played something that sounded like the arrival, finally, of a thing that had been approaching for longer than the playing knew. End of Chapter One Hundred and Nine

Selene murmured, standing close beside Luna as the coalition made their final preparations, "it's been waiting a hundred years to get out. I don't like the idea of finding out exactly how patient a hundred years of waiting makes something." "None of us do," Torin said grimly, checking his own weapons with the careful, deliberate focus of a wolf who had survived considerably more battles than he cared to count. "But patience cuts both ways. We've spent three days building something this kingdom hasn't managed in a century. I intend to find out if it was worth the wait."

He winced in pain as he attempted to take a step. This man's ego seemed boundless; he was reluctant to accept my help! "How long have you been searching for her?" I inquired once more, now that he allowed me to nurse him. "A few centuries," he replied with a heavy sigh. My eyes widened in shock. “A few… what?! Centuries?!” He nodded, "Yeah." “How old are you?” He glanced at me first before answering, “Five hundred and one years old.” “But you don’t look like a five hundred and one years old man!” I immediately told him.

the stranger said but when he started to move away, Olliver grabbed his arm and whined, "Skaiii..wait ten minutes?" The stranger jutted his chin out, "You have five.." Olliver smiled and turned to move back to the experiment and that is when he noticed Smith standing there slack-jawed. "Oh pick up your jaw Smithson. This is not a theatre and a fly might just go into your mouth!"

I knew he might live for a hundred years but I was willing to wait. I’ve been immortal before. A hundred years is nothing and time works differently in the land of the spirits. It might be thousands of years before I can see him again. But I’ll still wait for him. At least in death, I wanted to be with him and have our happily ever after.

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.

"I think the something was the ward in the stone of this room. The old ward. The one that's been there for two hundred years. I think someone who knew exactly what you would be placed that ward there for you to find." I let her words sink in, the cold logic of it hitting me harder than any physical blow. Two hundred years. Someone had been waiting for me, someone had paved the road I was currently walking on, and I had been too busy fighting for air to notice the map laid out in the stone. "And you're telling me this because?" I asked, my voice barely a thread.