Aaron's Patience Novels & Stories

Chapter 20 (Aron's POV) I was sitting in the living room of Becky's house repeating a mantra that was supposed to calm down my frayed nerves. It didn't help, damn it! Be patient. Be patient. She will come home soon. You can talk to her then. Be patient. I AM NOT A PATIENT MAN! Sure I can be patient when it comes to work. But even then I am fighting with everything in me and am always a few steps ahead. That's why I always get what I want.

He growled and looked back at the turtles. Aaron consistently had a propensity for running every morning. Not only for the health benefits, however, to keep his head clear. His psyche hustled, attempting to ponder how to deal with her when he got back to the house. It wasn't so much that she would just rest and didn't ask him anything. She isn't that past Kathy who will be devoted to her as she said to him the hundredth times and he was all prepared to hear this dialogue again yet presently contemplating how to tie her up with him is the main thing he needed to consider now.

The men’s room was quiet. Too quiet. The kind of quiet that pressed against your ears, where even the drip of water from a loose tap sounded louder than it should. Aaron stood behind me. Watching. Not the usual way—no irritation, no bored authority. This one was different. There was no hiding it. Just… hunger. Raw. Unsettling. “What do you want this time, Aaron?” I asked, my voice low, steady—but not respectful. Not anymore.

" I deliberately spoke loudly so that all the housekeepers, who were clearly eavesdropping, heard every word I said. Aaron's face went from red to white. It was a pretty amusing display. He excelled at playing the gentleman in front of Jenny while quietly enjoying everything she gave him. My words stripped him bare and exposed his facade. Jenny's chest rose and fell. She lifted her hand again and scratched hard at her scalp, which seemed to be unbearably itchy. "Just what the hell do you want, Nathan?" she questioned.

I nodded, and the two of us went our separate ways. Sarrah is a good person, so I genuinely wish that she will also gain the happiness that she deserves. I went back to the classroom then I saw Aaron. He was reading a book, I think it was "The Song of Achilles". I noticed that one of his favorite genres is mythology. Adorable. "Oh hey!" Aaron waved at me. I waved back at him and I sat on the seat beside him. "Not that I'm prying or anything, but I saw you and Sarrah talking with each other. And you both look serious, is something wrong?" he asked as he turned his face away. Haha cute I thought as I chuckled.

He looks at the plate beside him. "Hey, Chase... Tomorrow I want to eat pasta too." He pouted and look at his sandwich Chase shove his plate to him. On his plate still have half of his meal. "Tch! I want more than this." Even he said that he still takes the plate. Knock his head a little Chase said "Be grateful." Aaron smile looking at these two people. 'They sure are good people, I bet.' ... In the middle of the night. Outside is currently raining heavily. He could hear a loud thunder from inside his room and suddenly Aaron heard a creaking sound from his door. He peeks at the door and found Aslan was standing at the door frame.

“But trust me, I’m doing all of this for his sake. I want him to have a secure future, but I don’t want to put him in danger for it.” Irene smiled at me and shook her head. “I can’t believe you think you have to apologize and explain everything to me. When did I ever tell you I was sick and tired of this?” I smiled back at her as she continued, saying, “You know, Aaron isn’t like a lot of babies. He seems to know what his mom is going through for him. That’s why he doesn’t cry as much as other children do. He doesn’t fuss a lot as well.”

CHAPTER 46 — WHEN HE PULLS THE STRING POV: Ezra The mistake people make about patience is assuming it’s passive. It’s not. Patience is preparation. And something has been preparing. I feel it before it happens. Not celestial. Not explosive. Just… alignment shifting. Aidan has been steady for six days. Six. That’s the longest stretch without a spike, dream rupture, or atmospheric distortion since I met him. He laughs easier now. Moves without scanning exits.

Aaron tried to convince himself that he didn't enjoy her company, at most her body, but he failed. He didn't need to think much about his anxiety, as the cell phone vibrated and the man had something to occupy himself with. "Aaron Granger" There was a brief silence on the other end of the line. Aaron, who had already exhausted his patience quota, took a deep breath. He couldn't handle bantering before he exploded, so he decided to look at the handle. His name on the screen made Aaron's heart race, even though he didn't understand the reaction. For someone always in control, Granger was being too expressive.

On the day of my abortion, my best friend tried to stop me. "You and your husband have been married for seven years. You finally managed to get pregnant. Why does the baby have to go?" I answered calmly, "Because of a glass of water." Aaron Jefferson had a severe germphobia. He never shared everyday items with me. If I had already drunk from a glass, he would not touch it. Then I found a video on his student's social media. In it, the girl held up her half-finished coffee and brought it to his lips. Aaron leaned down and took a sip straight from her hand as if it were the most natural thing in the world. He frowned slightly, but a smile still touched his lips. "That sweet, huh? Careful,