Novel & Cerita I Would Have Waited 500 More Years

“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.’’

in an era of time where slavery was an approved trade, Naomi and her family were constrained to the Stanley's family, noble, respected. That is, until the fiftieth year. The fiftieth year was symbolic for freedom and every slave was free to leave if they wanted. But can Naomi and her family last till that year without things changing drastically. She tells her story, from some time where things took a different turn from the normalcy of her life. 22years into the fifty years, 8 years to the fiftieth year.

I replied coldly. "And you're sure, you're not the problem." I ignored him. "Any news." I asked him. "I expect something good this time around." "Hate to say it but no there isn't." I turned to him, pissed the fuck out. "Again. Why is it taking you almost 5years to find just one person. It's not like she fell off the grid of earth, so why the delay? Or..." I paused. "Or what?" He asked raising his brows up.

Soothing my empty stomach, I sat on sofa while wondering if Adira is also suffering from hang over. “Geez,” I chuckled then shook my head. ‘She’s a cool woman so I shouldn’t worry,’ I laughed inwardly. During my 32 years of existence, I never experienced of dating a girl I really like. I started counting my fingers which aren't enough to count years that passed by. "It's been 12 years and five months, I see." Five months are shorter than those 12 years. Now, I regretted my cowardly back when I was 20. If only I was brave enough, I should have asked her to date me. But now it's too late. My only hope is to wait for five months.

Nate said, and I know what he was trying to say. "Crazy love, I guess. It's been 28 years of waiting. I was two years old then, and I am thirty now. I'm old enough to realize that what we were doing before was just insane.. waiting for someone who doesn't know her way back home?.. that's bullshit!" I grinned as I drank the wine. Nate remains silent.

I knew he might live for a hundred years but I was willing to wait. I’ve been immortal before. A hundred years is nothing and time works differently in the land of the spirits. It might be thousands of years before I can see him again. But I’ll still wait for him. At least in death, I wanted to be with him and have our happily ever after.

"I am waiting for someone, can you give me an hour. It's not like I can run away." “I have waited 200 years for you, I can wait for an extra hour.” He said, sipping his drink. She nodded and hoped Serena would arrive soon.

He was immovable for a long time. But the man let him be and calmly waited for him in silence and in peace. One year. Two years. 10 100 1,000 1,000,000 10,000,000,000. After 10 billion years of inert waiting, the fat god finally opened his eyes and stood to face the man and said. "Thank you for your kindness and patience, brother," the fat god addressed the man as if they were longtime friends who saw each other after many years of separation.

"The year before he died. He never gave me a name. He said Delacroix couldn't have done what he did alone, that someone inside had made the timing possible, and he told me to hold that fact until it mattered, because a fact without a name is just a rumor with better manners, and rumors get people killed chasing shadows that turn out to be nothing." "Three years," I said, quiet, testing the number out loud like it might weigh less spoken than it did sitting silent in my chest. "You've held this for three years." "I've held it since before you were anything but a name your father mentioned when he thought I wasn't paying close enough attention. Yes." He didn't flinch from the number, didn't tr

A fresh cool breeze made me shudder. “It’s been over a thousand years, My Queen,” Even though I read about it but hearing it from someone made me realize that a thousand years is a long, long, long, long time ago. It was overwhelming. “Besides, if there really was a survivor, we would have known, or by now at least a whole new generation would have started. I doubt that there is a secret hideout or a place where they all are,”