I've Waited A Hundred Years Novels & Stories

"She hates me." "Sweetheart, I've been alive for almost two hundred years. It was a lonely existence, but I had no intention of ever making anyone else my mate. I was waiting for you. The moment I saw you…I knew you're worth every second of the wait. My fiery Sunshine, I'll wait another thousand years for you if I had to," he says, looking earnestly into my eyes. His hand tugging a lock of my hair around his fingers. He always seems to have a thing for my hair.

“You remembered.” I smiled faintly and said nothing. “You’ve seen the divorce agreement, haven’t you? I don’t want half of your assets. I only want custody of Tyler.” Matthew froze for a moment, then looked up at me. “Whitney, I don’t agree to the divorce.” I nodded. I had already expected it. “That’s fine. I can wait. After three years of separation, it’ll be over anyway.” He set his cup down on the table with a heavy thud.

Mira said. “No,” I said. “Neither do I,” she said. I looked at her. The four hundred and thirty-three-year-old woman who had spent four centuries in suspension waiting to do what she had done. Who had done it? Who was now in the unfamiliar space of what came after the thing you had waited for. “I know something about that,” I said. “Yes,” she said. “You do.” “What did you do when the revenge was finished?” she said. “When the thing you had worked toward was done and the next thing had not yet announced itself.”

I sat there alone all night. In the morning, a servant brought me a birthday cake. Black Forest, with a single white candle. I poured myself a glass of aged blood and raised it. “To our century.” I drained the glass and blew out the candle. My personal countdown hit zero. I dragged my suitcase out the manor's main gate. Sitting in the private car on the way to the airport, I pulled out my phone and sent Kaelan one last text. "Our century is over." With that one sentence, I said goodbye to a hundred years of my youth, and to my obsession with Kaelan.

Her smile is the kind of smile a fond elder gives a child she has helped bring into a world. Her mouth shapes the words slowly. So I do not miss them. "Hello, little sister." "You took longer than I hoped." "I have been waiting two hundred years."

“I’ve spent twenty-eight years waiting for Helen’s daughter to find me.” A pause. Then… “You have exactly one hour.” The call disconnected. Cass slowly whispered, “Harriet.”

Never! My heart felt warmth for a while before I notice something strange in his speech. He’s not talking about me, I'm not 1400 years old yet, and I don't know if I could make it till then. But who the hell are they talking about, and why exactly 1400 hundred years. From what I know, Earl and 'I' are the same age, and we are still not even one hundred yet.

Yang Tang said as he clenched his jaw tightly with a darkened expression. At the lounge. It was the time the competition was about to commence, everyone was eagerly waiting in anticipation for the swimmers to be brought , mainly for one person to be brought out, as the person was absolutely the reason why a lot of them came, the person was no other than Stanley. "I'll be meeting you again Stanley, It's been a good freaking ten years Stanley"She thought to herself. Amelia was lost in thought as she suddenly became scared with the sudden thought of meeting the guy she left ten years ago until she heard a loud scream, a very loud one which scared the hell outta her.

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.

The girl smiled again, showing her white and immaculate teeth. Right away, the girl knelt in front of Xyla. “Master, I’ve been waiting for you here for a long time.” Xyla was suddenly dumbfounded. What did she mean by that? “Why were you waiting for me? What do you mean?” Xyla asked. “I have been waiting for you for over 1900 years, and now you’re finally here, Master,” the girl said in earnest. Xyla couldn't be more confused. 1900 years?