I Would Have Waited 500 More Years Novels & Stories

She asked in the dark looking into his eyes. “Oh, God. You remembered this time from the beginning.” He said. “What you mean I remembered this time from the beginning there’s more?” She asked extremely softly. “There’s about seven more, maybe even a few that I don’t know about. I’ve been waiting five hundred years for you to call me Mitsu again.” Matthew stated as he looked into her face. It took everything he had not to wrap his arms tightly around her, and the inner struggle that he was going through didn’t even remotely come close to the battle that he could feel within her.

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.”

I will wait for the love of my life even if it takes a million years. The curse stops here. END.

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?"

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

"But this isn't the end. It's never the end." I'd wait. I was good at waiting. I'd waited years already, what was a little longer?