Noah Waited 120 Years Bible Verse นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He said: she has been lobbying for me since I was twelve. Ethan said: she has good taste. They drove through the quiet January city. The streets were empty, the usual crowds having dispersed to their homes and their beds and their various private reckonings with the passage of time. The city felt different on New Year's—softer, somehow, as though it had taken a deep breath and was holding it before the year began in earnest. Noah thought about the year just finished. The year of Thursdays and the February door and the six months of waiting and the September phone call and the November street and the Wednesdays and the kitchen and the New Year in his sister's house with the dog and David and

His voice, when he finally spoke, was a low, dark murmur that sent a shiver straight down her spine. "Five years, Emma," Noah said, a mocking edge in his tone. "That means you belong to my world a little while longer. Let's see how you play the hand you've been dealt."

, said Noah by wiping her tears. "Then we can wait. lf he didn't come within fifteen minutes you need to eat that food and sleep. Don't destroy your body and health by waiting him like me. l became like this. Now my all hope in you. Don't become like your father anymore. Be a good boy with good personality", said Shyma and stood from floor and went to wash the plates. While washing she peeped into Noah, she saw him praying to god for his father to come in 15 minutes by raising his hand.

Noah explained his plan to the shocked girl with a calm look as he kept on eating with his weak arm. "But your body..." "I've waited two months already, what's another two or three?" He answered immediately without even batting an eye, causing her to be restless at his unwavering and calm attitude. In the end, Alyssa could only sigh as she nodded. With her voice filled with a rare sadness, a whisper left her. "What have you experienced?" It was a whisper but Noah heard it. A smile graced his lips but placed together with the cold light in his eyes, a cold killing intent surfaced from deep within him. "Too much."

"Yes, yes, I will listen to you," Noah was particularly obedient in front of her right now. He could tell that she was feeling distressed over the fact that he had waited outside for her for so long. So, he placed his hand over hers against his cheek and told her honestly, "Actually, I was waiting inside the car for you and while waiting, I also got some work done. I wasn't just foolishly standing here like a statue to wait for you. You don't have to feel so bad."

"You could have tried playing it down instead of flaunting it. Couldn't you see how hurt she was to find out?" "Dude, she is seriously upset," Kody added, peering with a frown in the direction of the stairs. "What do you both care?" Nathan growled. "You heard what she said. She doesn't want me anymore." Nathan poured himself some more wine and took a swig of it. "Give her time-" John started saying. Nathan threw his wineglass at the wall, where it shattered, spraying the red wine. "I'm tired of fucking waiting. I waited twelve goddamn years. What did she expect from me? Would you have stayed celibate for twelve years?"

I find myself frozen, air slipping away without warning. “Then let me help,” I whisper, pleading. “My visions… they can help.” He leans his forehead against mine, a brief, desperate touch. “Your vision has helped. It told me where and when. The rest is my job. My penance to pay.” He pulls back, his expression settling into grim resolve. “Now. Go to our rooms. Stay there.” (Noah’s POV) A quiet hush settles over the hours ahead. Each moment stretches, pulled tight by unseen hands. Time moves slow, yet everything feels ready to snap. These forty-eight hours breathe close, holding stillness and storm together.

“I’m fine.” But deep down, she wishes someone will come rescue her. Weakly she gets in, securing her seat at the corner of the back seat, hoping to disappear. She needs to be left alone. Her body trembles as she keeps replaying last night over and over again in her head. Noah had leaned in close, his voice soft in her ear. “Do you know? I’ve been waiting for you to grow up for so long. All these years, and you finally show up, but you forgot me. Do you know how sad that made me? I’ve waited, hoping you’d remember me. You were right there, but I couldn’t get close. I missed you every day, and it hurt. But now, you say you remember everything.”

Noah had indeed been waiting for this for a very long time, perhaps longer than anyone else in the room right now. “Do you think the journal is really down there?” Selene asked. Noah gave a small smile. “I don’t know...” “That doesn’t sound very convincing.” “I’ve never made it this far before.” Noah’s answer silenced everyone. “Before.” That meant Noah had indeed been searching for this place for years. Perhaps for decades, or maybe even for centuries. And all his efforts had ended in failure, until Lilith herself opened that door. “Let’s go down,” Lucas said firmly.