Patience Undertale 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.

Edward said slowly. The lady’s shoulders tensed. “And if she realizes it’s a trap before then?” Edward’s lips curved in a faint, chilling smile. “She won’t. Patience breaks even the strongest. She will reach the point I planned, and by then, she will be mine to guide or destroy.” The lady said nothing. Edward’s logic was cruel but undeniable. He had patience, dark patience, the kind that broke people slowly, leaving them desperate and pliable, and Clara would be no exception.

"I know the cost. I have paid versions of it. And I choose you anyway. On the easy days. On the difficult days especially. On the days when the work of choosing is real and the choosing is what makes it mean something." I looked at her. "I will keep choosing you," I said. "That is my promise." The vineyard was quiet around us. The October light was warm on everything. The officiant turned to Aria. She did not look down either. She looked at me. "You taught me that patience is not weakness," she said. Her voice was steady. The spine that lived underneath everything. Present even now. "Waiting for the right thing is not the same as settling for less. I waited for you Daniel. Eight months of co

"No. Ahh, Stefan." "I love it when you say my name like that." He tasted her other nipple, feeling her writhe with each pass of his tongue. "We learned patience." He slid lower, taking his time tasting her soft, smooth skin. "No food, no water, but we can see it. It's on the shore. It makes the need worse. To see it, smell it and not be able to have it. So your patience has to be greater than your need." "Yeah, I…oh, yes…"

“I’ve waited so long for this day. For the day I take back what was stolen from me.” “You will,” she said softly, pressing her forehead to his. “But not like this. Not in a haze of rage.” He closed his eyes, forcing himself to calm, his teeth slowly retracting as he controlled the shift within him. “You’re right,” he muttered, his voice thick with frustration. “I’ll wait. But every day that passes, I grow stronger. And when the time comes, no one will be able to stop me.” She smiled gently, running her fingers through his hair. “Patience, my love. Let the kingdom’s overtaking be a natural one. They will all see the truth soon enough.”

Him, eager, me, playful, and between us, that invisible thread of passion and tenderness that makes everything more intense, more real. In the shadow of my room, I think that patience may be the most beautiful of tortures… especially when it ends like this.

I’ve grown tall enough to see over the horse’s back, but apparently not enough to receive my wolf from the goddess. His eyes meet mine and his brow rises sardonically. “Like I said, what’s the rush? Patience is the trait of the winning team.” I huff. “I have been patient.” The horse whinnies and I grimace, realising I was brushing the coat a little aggressively. “I am the picture of patience. But I will soon be eighteen and I have nothing to show for it.” “I know a female that never got her wolf before twenty one.” He says and I freeze, eyes wide with horror.

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.

He would rather bore himself to dead or squat on the corner and draw circles than talked to Shantal. However, when the old lady saw Shantal's patience, she could not help but get moved. She has been observing the other party from afar and she could see how faithful the girl was on waiting for Alex to give her a chance. Unable to take the situation any longer, Auntie Hersia tried to convince Alex otherwise. When she got back to the kitchen, she saw Alex sitting on the floor with his knees tucked close to his chest. "I don't know what is going on between the two of you. But you should not make a girl wait for too long."

“Listen to yourself, bro. You just said if Lucas lets him. Don't worry about it. I think Lucas loves you. So you need to be patient until he is ready.” He ran a hand through his hair. “I'm scared, do you think he will listen to me tomorrow?” “No, he won't, maybe in a few weeks or months.” “What?” “What do you expect? You can't expect him to hug you tomorrow. He is very mad at you. Why didn't you give him a chance to explain? You should have given him the benefit of the doubt. You need to give him time and gradually make up for what you've done. It can only work when he believes that you trust him. So you need a whole lot of patience.”