I've Waited A Hundred Years Novels & Stories

~Sebastian's POV~ *Flashback* It has been one millennium, three centuries, nine decades, four years and eleven hours; making a total of 1394 yrs and 11hours since she passed on and I'm just waiting for her to fulfill her promise. "I'll be back for you." I remembered her words as clear as day. No matter how long it's been, it still feels like everything happened recently. Call me whatever you want; emotionless, cold-hearted, cruelly ruthless, indestructible, indomitable or whatever but it's all for my Luna.

At school, I had a nickname. They called me "Mister Wait-Your-Turn." I waited for the sneakers my brother had grown tired of, the backpack my sister thought was ugly, and the phones my parents had already cracked the screens of. Even when it came to taking a shower, I had to wait until everyone else was done. A week ago, Mom had promised me, "On the day of your college entrance exam, you won't have to wait your turn for the shower." So when I finally stumbled into the bathroom, drenched in sweat and smelling awful, I thought my turn had finally come. I was halfway through working up a lather when someone started pounding on the door. "Come out. Let your brother go in." My eyes stung,

“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.

The rain had transformed into drizzling. "When will you call me by my name?" He whispered. I could not maintain eye contact. Why there was hurt in his eyes? "How long can you wait?" I tried to make a joke out of it. But he did not find it the least bit funny. "A thousand years, Alessandra. I can wait a thousand years." I was quiet. The emotions which I felt were alien. Strange! Why he was saying A Thousand Years? It sounded romantic. But it can’t be…

“Were you being truthful?’’ I let out, my body still pinned against the door and my legs around his waist. “Have you really been waiting for me for four hundred and seventy one years?’’ The question is something I'd been wondering about for a while now. “Everything I tell you is always the plain truth. I don’t lie. Not to you. Not to my mate.’’ His words sunk into me, resting between us. “Having waited for over 400 years for a mate, had you given up hope?’’ I asked him, careful with my words. He remained quiet for a moment, he gazed into my eyes, seeming lost. “Yes.’’

" The voice was tiny and on top of her. Rolape looked up to stare at someone petite standing on the quadrangle with a beaming smile. ONE. THOUSAND. YEARS. Thank you for

It could take weeks for the press to get a glimpse into that mansion, like me, I was certain the press was the last thing on their list of problems. "No. The man could come out of his house next week or next month. I'm not sitting and waiting for that. I'm tired." I said lying through my teeth. This victory didn't feel as sweet as I had imagined it would be, instead, I only felt drained and incomplete.

Hawthorne looked at them, he was now serious. "I did get to wait a few hundred years, didn't I? Do you think I can't do that now?" He laughed nonchalantly. "I will wait for years until she accepts me. I will wait for another year until she falls for me and I still wait for more years until she remembers everything."

"That is a long time from now." Solenne smiled. "The watcher is patient. It has waited centuries. It can wait a little longer." --- The story was not over. The story was just beginning. End of Chapter 136

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!”