I've Waited A Hundred Years Novels & Stories

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?

I said. I watched Rhea closely as she stared at me with confusion, and then disbelief. “When?!” she asked with bafflement evident on her beautiful face. “Sixteenth century. Yes, I am more than five hundred years old,” I replied with a smirk. “You are not a mortal?” she asked with a strange look on her face. I shook my head at her. “Five hundred years old?” she asked again. I looked at her, waiting for her to get over it. “Wow. You are a grandpa!” she muttered.

His search of three years is finally over and it wasn't in vain He could wait . Ten years . Twenty years . Till she was ready to tell him

I thought about all the tomorrows I had lived through across the past century and a half. Wars. Territory shifts. Pack politics. A thousand mornings that had arrived carrying obligations I had never asked for. And then this one. Waiting patiently at the end of the night like something that had been traveling for a very long time and had finally arrived at the correct address. I turned off the last light and went upstairs. Towards my room. ***

“I know “I won't “I know that too Adrian exhaled slowly. The anger was gone now. Burned out. Leaving only something quieter. More dangerous. “I will wait,” Adrian said. Samuel didn’t interrupt. “I will wait another hundred years,” Adrian continued, voice steady despite the weight of it. “Another thousand, if I have to.” The lights flickered faintly, as if the system itself was holding its breath. “I will wait until the sun dies. Silence answered him. But this time It didn’t feel empty.

“Like what, exactly?” “Waiting.” A single word that felt so fitting and yet sounded so infuriating. Lucas gave a small, hollow laugh. “I’ve been waiting for Lilith for years. I’ve spent a century waiting for her to come back to me.” Lucas paused for a moment, then turned slightly, just enough to show part of his face to Veronica. “A few more days won’t kill me easily, Veronica.” Veronica didn’t answer right away, because she knew that well enough. But she felt that none of that was the heart of the matter at hand.

The day I finish my college entrance exam, I drag my suitcase back to my parents' house downtown. When Mom opens the door, the first thing she says is, "Now that your college entrance exam is over, stay home for a while." She says a while, not for good. There are three children in our family. My older brother, Samuel Stroud, and my younger sister, Isabelle Stroud, have always lived with our parents, while I was raised by my grandparents. Samuel has his own study, while Isabelle has her own bedroom. I sleep in the living room. Everything they give me is temporary. My toothbrush is disposable, my slippers are disposable, and even my towel is disposable. I don't even have a key to th

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.”

Chapter 112 **The last choice for me** Heidi: 2500 years are not a joke. I waited to be awakened and reborn as a human just to be with him in these 2500 years old and he waited for me in these 2500 years old even without knowing it's me who he had been actually waiting for. We have been in love which only nature could explain, which only the god could explain to us. Humans have no definition and no explanations for our love.

"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.