Patience Undertale Novels & Stories

Dante said. "He suspected the architecture," Selene said. "He didn't know its full scope. If he had, you'd have been removed two years ago." She paused. "He underestimated how much patience I was willing to deploy." "Thirty years is extraordinary patience," Marta said, from the end of the table. It was the first thing she'd said in two hours, and she said it with the tone of someone who recognized patience as a specific skill and was acknowledging mastery. "It was the only tool I had," Selene said simply.

A sleeping beauty! God wasn't wrong when he sent her his way. They both are perfect match. A match made in heaven.. Her perfectly shaped lips were inviting, Nathan had to control himself not to do anything that will put him on Sadie's hate list. Patience!! Patience is virtue. All of her is his so why rushing? In two weeks, he can have her as he pleases but if only she's comfortable with it. Everything about her is worth the wait. " Good night beautiful "

Pat - "So, did you change your mind?" Jc - "No, but can i borrow some money? I'll pay you back with interest." Pat - "You!... Don't you feel ashamed after you hung up on me earlier? You run away with my money!" Jc - "One, you can't eat shame. Two, it was my money after you tricked me into playing with your players. I will send you the address." Pat - "I haven't-" *Hangs up.* "Okay, we need to inhale... Exhale..." Pat mediate in his car for a while and drove off.

their leader answered. >>>ANONYMOUS NARRATION<<< "You need to teach him now,the battle is fast approaching than we expected.He's yet to know his full powers.Make sure he does not fail because only him can change and bring balance to the world" "Am trying my best to teach him" Patricia said as she woke up only to discover it was a nightmare,but not an ordinary night mare.she inhaled deeply before sleeping back. . . . It's a bright beautiful day,the sun could be seen rising from the west while the whole cloud has only blue colour like that of the blue sea.Eddie got up from his bed, went to the bathroom, brushed his teeth and took his bath.

A mask that Eland managed to tear off with a lot of patience. There were countless arguments between them, but he always responded patiently. Eland knew there were wounds Anne had not yet told him about. Later. Eland is very sure that Anne will reveal them later. And he received the fruit of that patience. And when Eland knew the truth, he realized in the deepest recesses of his heart that his love for Anne was not just love.

I wasn’t walking away again. Not this time. Not from her. Not from what was mine. So I waited. Day four. Day five. Day six. Each one dragging, each one stretching my patience thinner, each one filled with the same question What would Dante do? Would he obey? Or would he fight? And by the seventh day… I had my answer.

“And they always fall.” “Do you need me?” I asked. His attention returned to me fully. “Only if you wish to observe.” Observe. The word intrigued me. I glanced at the tree, at the basket half-woven beneath it. My fingers itched to continue the pattern — to feel the reed bend and tighten beneath my hands. “Not yet,” I said. “I’ll finish here.” Ash studied me a moment longer. “You choose patience,” he murmured. “Wise.”

I look out at the Surrey estate, at the five years of it, at the London skyline visible on clear days from the upper windows, and think about the quality of patience that isn't resignation but accumulation—the patience of someone not waiting for an opportunity but building toward one. Five more years. Ten, if necessary. I've waited longer for lesser things.

He said: "All right." He came to the island. He did not sit. He stood on the other side of it — the island between them in the way it had been between them in the midnight kitchen, the stone and the space, the distance that was the right distance — and he looked at her and he waited with the patience she had been accumulating for forty-nine days, the specific quality of his waiting, which was not passive, which was the deliberate patience of someone who had decided that what was worth waiting for was worth the waiting.

"Mr. Mitchell, what are you doing?" "What am I doing? Teaching a jerk a lesson! How dare he say something so inhuman!" Leonard said coldly. He pressed harder with his foot. The signs of shifting on his hands still hadn't faded. "Patience's parents are not for him to casually insult!" "Wha... what's wrong with saying it?" Lionel struggled to argue back, but the Alpha aura made his voice weak and shaky. "What is Patience, anyway? She just sits around and lives off others! Everyone knows you should choose Hazel! You can't seriously be pitying Patience because of some rumors, can you?"