Wait 1000 Years Novels & Stories

"We can take our time." I looked at him and suddenly remembered how Josh had looked at me like that many years ago. Back then, we both thought love could last forever. Now I knew that what was eternal was not love, but change. "Gabriel, give me some time," I whispered. He nodded. "Okay." Back at home, I turned on my computer and saw an email from Vicky. It was a long email. She said she and Josh were getting married. It was a simple registration with no wedding.

And waits. The debt can wait. The fight can wait. Everything can wait. For four years and nine months. Then the real story begins. END OF PART ONE

It is a beginning shaped like an ending and I have been building toward it since a wrong elevator floor and a wolf who bowed before I saw a face and I am almost there. Almost. Four more minutes at the end of six hours. I can wait four minutes. I have waited eight years.

Malek murmured. "A full circle," I said. "No erasure." I glanced east, where the first wolf kept watching. "Something that doesn’t want erasure," Rhydian said. "Something waiting four hundred years for it to end," Soren said. My phone buzzed again. Same number. Three words: We've been waiting.

Although, he has a nice idea to sabotage me, but most times he’s just an idiot who always forget who he’s dealing with. I chuckled, “For a wolf linked to the most fearful man on earth, you sure lacked the intelligence to observe and analyze. Do you really think you can do anything to stop me from becoming who I was meant to become?” ‘Yes. I may not be able to stop you, but I can make you wait ten thousand more years for Dear Myra to get reincarnated. The world should enjoy its peace for how long it’ll last,’ he responded. I chuckled once more, that’s a shallow thinking.

Time to end this one way or another. ***

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.

The day I finish my college entrance exam, I drag my suitcase back to my parents' house downtown. When Mom opens the door, the first thing she says is, "Now that your college entrance exam is over, stay home for a while." She says a while, not for good. There are three children in our family. My older brother, Samuel Stroud, and my younger sister, Isabelle Stroud, have always lived with our parents, while I was raised by my grandparents. Samuel has his own study, while Isabelle has her own bedroom. I sleep in the living room. Everything they give me is temporary. My toothbrush is disposable, my slippers are disposable, and even my towel is disposable. I don't even have a key to th

1 Year Later Sicily, Italy Arthur woke up in the morning. He was looking at the sleeping figure of Sylvia beside him. Her milky white skin was peeping through the duvet. Tucking the golden strand of hair behind her ears, he rested his back on the headboard. It's been one year since he married Sylvia. As per his promise to his sister Myra, he didn't keep Sylvia waiting anymore. She was the only person who held him tight during the most vulnerable situation. She had gone through a rough patch because of his uncertainty. But Myra was right about Sylvia. She is the best for him.

"You won't die. We've offered a high reward to find a matching donor. Olivia may be selfish for refusing, but we won't let you die." Even Dad, usually unreadable, had red, tear-filled eyes. And Ethan, the ruthless and decisive head of a mafia family, also had tears in his eyes. They were all grieving Lily's death, a death that hadn't even happened yet. Meanwhile, no one seemed to notice my own impending demise. I bit my lip. And then, to prove my sincerity, I took out my phone and recorded a video. "July 26, 2025. I, Olivia Larson, voluntarily donate my kidney to Lily Larson. No one forced or pressured me. This is my genuine choice."