I Would Have Waited 500 More Years นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"There are all sorts of stupid people in the world. Within our ranks, there are rational people like you who keep their heads and sanity but in order to do that, they diverted their craziness to discovering the secrets and origin of the system. They are the ones who made the theory of five hundred. Through history, they managed to piece out how only every five hundred years would there be several breakouts of huge events centering around wars and all sorts of immoral crimes. Those events were 99.9 percent sparked by our kind." "... If every five hundred years there are one thousand immoral hosts, what happened to those from the previous generations? Since each of us has our own AIs and could

I've met a lot of them throughout my stay here and I must say they're quite pestering. It's been five years, five years of loneliness, the worst five years of my life. Five years after the incident that happened back at my pack. I've been waiting, staring out the window and sitting at the door, waiting for a sigh, a knock, anything at all to let me know that they were still alive and I was wrong. But none, just the knocks of these irritating human males who managed to trace me up to my house, to ask for a date. They have no idea that would never happen and the only who would receive that is my mate, the one I lost.

If they took a different path, it would be much farther. James waited in this area. However, he had not encountered any Mevryee Race living beings passing through despite waiting for many years. “Could it be that the Mevryee Race didn’t pass through here, or have I missed it?” James furrowed his brow. He was not in a hurry but patiently waited. He planned to wait for another three thousand years. He would return to the Glaciem Holy Land if the Mevryee Race did not pass through this area within this time frame. Rushing back after three thousand years was roughly around the time when the Four Ancient Races would gather.

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."

“Huh? How did that even happen? Can we still go back then?” “If we can’t take over this universe, it’ll all be wishful thinking. If we’d like to go back, we can’t waste any more time… it’s been ten thousand years, and I’m growing impatient.”

“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.

Reeves had been waiting thirty years. Two more days was nothing.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

I've made it through fifteen months. I will make it through fifteen years.

I could not afford to waste my youth waiting until I was over the age limit and lost the qualification forever, or until the day he might finally change his mind. If I wanted it, I needed to fight for it. George's gaze locked on me for a long while. An emotion I couldn't name flashed across his eyes. He softly coaxed, "I understand it's been five difficult years, but please be patient and wait another year. Ivy, I promise you. It won't be long." He stepped behind me and wrapped his arms around me, lifting a hand as if to wipe away my tears. I dodged his approaching hand and mocked, "Why do I have to wait? Did you give the spot to someone else? Let me guess. It's Mia, right?"

~Two Years Later~ ~Javed’s Point of View~ I stare off into the distance, running my hand over my face. I’d put this off too long and now, there was no more waiting. One hundred and one years, I’d lost. Though it was supposed to be two hundred. The ones who confined me to the tombs won’t be happy but it's been two years since I rose again and there’s been no sign of them. All the centuries of wondering, waiting for the point to all this, desperate for some sign that I should keep going. I got it, loud and crystal fucking clear.