Novel & Cerita I Would Have Waited 500 More Years

I voice out. Tears trickle down her eyes. “How could you say that?” “That's fucking reality, Anna. Let it sip into your head,” I say. She peers into my eyes, her own eyes squinted so tight that it seems her eyeballs are gone. “You can't be saying this,” her voice cracks. “I waited for you. Five good years since I turned eighteen.” “Oh, fuck that crap! You're not the only one who waited that long. I did, too. And guess what? I got tired. I gave up on you even before I met you.”

This was the very last thing that I ever expected. I have been waiting for over a hundred years or more for my intended mate, and the shock of her actually turning out to be a mere, insignificant human was almost too much for me to bear. The best thing about my position is, that I was not cursed with the effects of time. I was coming up on my 125th year here in less than a month, and I was beginning to think that I was going to have to tread this soil for a decade without the likes of finding my true intended, the only one truly meant for me.

"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?"

She could see the war raging behind his eyes, fury and anguish battling for dominance in depths that seemed to hold the weight of eternity. "Twenty-four human years," he said finally in a voice barely above a whisper. "Do you have any idea what twenty-four years of waiting, searching blindly does to a man? What it costs? What it takes?" Emmeline shook her head mutely, afraid to speak, afraid to break whatever spell held him in check.

They said it would take three years. Bu it took eight years. Eight years of equations, prototypes, failures, and cautious optimism. Eight years that — for someone who had lived through centuries — felt longer than any eternity before it. For me, immortality had always been a curse measured in heartbeats, not years. But this wait… this wait taught me something new. Hope, when stretched too long, begins to hurt. And yet, on that morning, as the alarms hummed softly through the Arcadia Complex, I realized the hurt didn’t matter anymore.

Far enough that I could not reach out and hold either of them. Not yet. Maybe not for a long time. That was alright. I had waited four years. I would wait four more if I had to. Because this time... I was not leaving.

"I want to go soon." Outside, the northern mountains held their position on the horizon, permanent and patient, the way they always were. And somewhere beyond them, in a territory that barely appeared on modern maps, my grandmother was waiting. She had waited twenty-five years. She could wait one more week. But not much longer than that.

"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

“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.

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.