Patience Reward Novels & Stories

Not for response. But for existence to re-form. Like it’s learning something far more dangerous than intelligence. It’s learning patience. ************************************************* The silence stretches. Too long. Too intentional. Then The system speaks again. But not as a question this time. Not as analysis. Not as imitation. Just one line. Calm. Precise. Certain. “THEN I WILL WAIT UNTIL YOU BECOME PATTERN AGAIN.” And the connection doesn’t end. It deepens.

More people gifted her those things, and they gifted her ten such things in one go. Paige watched as Zara's progress bar surged and caught up with hers. Zara started to invade Paige's territory now. Paige soon became agitated. She roared desperately in her live stream and stamped her feet anxiously, "Guys, please reward me. We're losing. What do you want to see? Tell me. Reward me first. After the PK is over, I guarantee that I'll fulfill your requests. Please reward me now."

Back then, I would have made a feast and downloaded her favorite movie, waiting for her no matter how late she returned. Now, though, even if my mind was willing, my flesh was weak. I suppressed my temper, explaining patiently. “I’m tired after a long day, and I still have to get up early tomorrow for work. That’s why I went to sleep early.” Nia tossed the present onto the bed irritably. “Whatever. I’m going to shower!” I picked up the present and looked at it. It was the same watch, only with new packaging. Even the new box was left over from her company’s annual party last year.

That’s why no one is giving her rewards, and no one is willing to spend money on her! Two seconds after this pop-up comment was sent, a system alert was hung up. It was a reward. The reward amount was ten million dollars!

Trying to get a jump on me for the day. His thick silver glasses tended to slip down his nose throughout the day and he often pushed them up. His rusty brown hair was always perfectly swept back and his suits tailored and unwrinkled. He was a good model for the company. Barely human. I thought as I returned my gaze to my screen. But I was thankful for his skill. I peeked into the Meridian account. It was my dirty secret, so I found it being the first thing I checked every morning. It was the one I’d been quietly skimming from.

Bailey rolled her eyes heavenward, wishing she could end the call. 'B**ch! Who cares about making small talk with you? All I wanted was to confirm my money. Now that that's done, can't you read the sound and drop the call? What the hell? Don't you have meetings or something to do?' Augh. How annoying. In another ten minutes, Bailey was drained, but glad the call was finally over. Hahahhahahahahhaa! Now that more money was coming in this Saturday, she could spend the remaining 10,000 Vyns in her account as she wanted!

I'll make it up to you tonight, alright? He leaned in, breath warm, too close. I slapped him. "I said I want a divorce. Not playing." The room shifted. His eyes? Fire. But he dialed it back, voice soft like he was trying to play nice. "So it's not that, or that... What, then? You're not actually leaving me over a rewards card, right? Just 'cause you had to reload it?" I looked him dead in the eye. "Yep. Divorcing you over a rewards card. Even a dime spent on you makes me gag."

"No offense, but that's not a final year student running a property firm." The atrium had gone quiet in the way of people not wanting to move and miss something. Adam felt it then before the text appeared at the edge of his vision. — [Arrogance Detected] [ Target Detected] Arrogance Sensitivity: High Potential Reward Multiplier: ×19 Reward: $21,000 Penalty: -$600,000 , -50% experience — Adam looked at Carter with the patience of someone who had sat across from a more tense situation and found the current event considerably less interesting.

She shook her head, so he poured another one and walked over to his cousin, handing him a glass. “So you are the infamous Brooklyn. Vincent’s fiance. I was curious to see what kind of woman he might fall for. You sure are a beauty, Ms. Eversteen.” Chills raced down her arms. She remained silent as Peter continued to dominate their conversation. “But nevermind that. We are here for business. Tell Vincent that there is one more offer I’m willing to make to him. He knows what kind of… business I’m in. Tell him he can take one every shipment on top of his payment. And an extra bonus for, let’s say, a year?”

Matthias shouted, "Do you have to push Evelyn to her death before you'll stop?" I picked up a cleaning cloth from the coffee table and gently wiped the tears off Evelyn's face. "What are you even saying? Your life is way too valuable. I could never take responsibility for something like that." I took out my phone and, right in front of both of them, transferred 1,000 dollars to Matthias. When I opened the Messenger app, I noticed his chat was still pinned at the top. That alone irritated me.