I Would Have Waited 500 More Years Mga Nobela at Kwento

Most just didn't want to give up having a normal life. I felt a soul being born again; this time, it was in December. I knew this was my last chance. I was going to do things right this time. I would take it slow and give her a chance to come to love me. She would get to know me, and when I felt she was ready, I would tell her what I was and offer her a life with me. By this point, I had lived for 650 years, only 30 of which I was human. I knew how to take my time.

I asked. “No, this was the future. At least my future.” “I am sorry, but I am struggling to understand.” I frowned. “It might help if I told you that I have been dead for five hundred years, wandering divide between realms until I sensed your arrival. I knew that if I hadn’t been here to save you, the river would have swallowed you, and your mate would have turned every realm upside down to find you.”

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.

Palomas Blancas said to León de Fuego in a voice trembling with emotion: "God of Fire León de Fuego, thank you!" "Take care of your health, my dear girl." Palomas Blancas cried: "After all this, how can you still say that?" "I know you love me, you're simply acting." "Idiot, do you need to be so obvious? Then wait 7,000 years for me." "I will wait, no matter how many years I will wait." "Yes." *** The human world after 7000 years. “Is this the arrow the king wants?”

I will carry it around with me forever, I will cherish her beauty for as long as infinity. I went to the spot that I met her at the last time to wait for her. There is one thing I never thought I would say in all the decades of being in this world. I never thought that I would want to wait for someone for forever. I actually have never had the patience to wait, if you take you time coming it really pissed me off. But for her, waiting for her is the easiest thing I can do in this world. For her its never too late, I think I could even wait a millennia for her If needed.

“I don’t know about you, but you’re already an important part of my life. I won’t listen to anything that you say because as far as I know, YOU are my mate.” I groaned and lightly hit his chest. “I don’t want a mate right now!” “Then, I’ll wait.” I looked up at him, surprised. “What?” “I’ll wait.” “You’ll have to wait for a hundred years,” I said and crossed my arms. “I don’t care. Be it a hundred, thousand, or a million years, I’m still going to wait until I can finally call you my mate.”

Percy was taken aback by her sudden boldness but he replied soon, “No. I was not into dating. What about you?” “Nope. I was waiting for you” Mina spoke honestly and Percy’s eyes grew bigger. “Ohh. Me too” He replied truthfully. “I am sorry, it was all my fault. Because of me you had to wait for five years” Mina looked down. “It’s okay. I was already waiting for eight hundred years, five years was nothing for me but after knowing that my mate exist, it was a bit difficult than I thought” Percy confessed with a small smile.

“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.

“Old enough to know these things take time.” He had to be three or four hundred years old, she imagined. Yet, he looked like he was only five or six years older than her. Nya shook her head to clear her thoughts. “How much longer do you think it will take?” He ran his hand along his chin in thought before saying, “Ten or twenty more years.” Nya’s mouth dropped open. “You can’t be serious! Ten or twenty more years? There’s no way I can stay here that long. You do realize many of these people will return to villages where they know no one, right?”

To put these maelstrom of emotions to expression. Expression of longing. Even if Kenneth left me high and dry I will still wait for him. Miracles do exist after all. I’m alive. Maybe he is too. If I’ll just wait for him he will come to wrap his arms around me again. I’m a good girl. I spent fourteen years waiting for my Aunt to see me as another human being – not a tool. Though it didn’t happen, patiently waiting gave me Kenneth. Maybe it will bring him back someday. I just need to wait. Another fourteen years? Twenty? Fifty? Years won't matter. Time is irrelevant. As long as I could have him back I'm willing to do anything.