Patience Undertale Novels & Stories

, I said unable to meet his eyes. "That was not the answer I was hoping for", he said to me. "I guess I'm not as easy as you thought", I said with a smile. "Never mind. I will win you over eventually", he said. "You can hope so", I said with a satisfied smile. "You are not going to make me wait for a long time, are you?", he asked. "Have you lost your patience already?", I asked him. "No. I'm very patient. I have gotten the girl I want by a long term planning. I'm not afraid to wait some more. Besides good things happen to those who wait", he said.

I couldn’t shrink away but rather move forward at the right time. “I always told you so, but of course, you needed the sexy Angel’s presence to understand it!” Stormy barked in my mind. He had never talked about it, and once again this wolf was out of his mind. “Grant, you aren’t a bad trainer, not at all. I will try to do those things, but as you already know, patience is not my thing.” Angeline gave me a half-smile. We were making some progress. After another hour of sparring in which Angeline was less impulsive and more mindful, we sat on the benches and drank some water.

I smile, imagining what every second of his suffering will be like, "Now, I'm sorry but your son needs my attention right now. However, we will talk more about the evil plan tomorrow. Do not communicate with him until you have spoken to me first." "I like you so much, Angelique," Patricia says, standing up and hugging me one more time. My goodness, this woman loves to hug, "Please don't ever let anything get between you and Elliot. You have to prove that not all fated mates are a mess."

She sighed at him and he even heard her click her pen a couple of times. “I don’t usually do this but remember how I saved you, lord Moreau. You owe me this much.” He clenched his fists tighter and took him a while to answer back. “Yes, Your Majesty,” he answered in defeat. “Good. What were you saying again about this little favour of mine?” “I’ll do it,” he forced himself to say it and it pleased the Queen. “That’s better. I know it’s midnight over there at Meridianam, sorry for waking you up,” she ended the call after, leaving Hayden run with so many thoughts.

He needs time, he cannot absorb yet, his brain has not processed the reality that is before him. “Alright son. I'll wait. But please, don't make me wait for too long..”Luna pleaded. She has waited for many years before meeting him. Waiting seemed like eternity to her. Just a day might appear like a year to her. “I'll try,” Patrick replied, his face expressionless. He couldn't look at Luna's face. Her teary face makes him feel pity for her. But then, he needs to take his time to ponder on what he'd heard.

Patience was one of the things she had to learn in the course of her profession so she knew how well to control herself in certain circumstances. With that patience, she learnt something new about the complicated guy in front of her. He was emotionally unstable and hated being caught off-guard. Soon enough, she’ll be able to finally understand him. “Why don’t you excuse yourself then?” Dylan eyes her one last time before picking up his tray and stepping away, happy his words got to her.

She often caught herself glancing at him, half-expecting the arrogance she once knew, but instead, she met patience. One evening, as they walked through Silvermoon’s courtyard under the pale glow of the moon, Kaelen slowed his steps. “Ravena,” he said, his tone cautious yet warm, “I don’t expect your heart to heal overnight… but I want you to know, I’ll wait. No matter how long it takes, I’ll prove myself worthy of you.”

What I found instead made me catch my breath. Patience. When I'd been scared or uncertain, Sir had waited. He'd never pushed. Never pressured. Never demanded more than I was ready to give. He'd just... held space for me to figure out what I wanted. "Take your time, Velvet. I'm not going anywhere. When you're ready, I'll be here." He'd said that dozens of times. And he'd always meant it.

“Not because it’s easy,’ but because it’s intentional. Because you waited when I needed time. Because you stayed when I couldn’t find a way to ask. Because you looked at me and didn’t see anything that made you wonder if you had to turn or run but you saw me, plain as day, and you looked at me.” Peter swallowed hard. “I don’t promise perfection,” she went on. “I promise to be here, to be patient. Patience. I promise to choose us, even on the days when it would be easier not to.” He took a breath and then said.

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.