Patience Undertale Novels & Stories

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.

They will come begging, with dirt in their royal robes. Only then would I tell them, patience was all it took. To endure it all and still receive satisfaction in the end. I was going to wait… patiently, for my mate.

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.

I’m almost twenty for heavens sake. “Patience is key in situations like this. The more patient you, the greater your reward would be.” I scoffed and rolled my eyes at that. I don’t know about you but it sounded like a load of bull to me. “Okay.” You could hear the sarcasm in my tone. Not that I tried to hide it. “I’ll stay here and keep being patient while the world moves on without me. Maybe when I finally go back after being oh, so very patient. The world would have already moved on and forgotten about me. Then tell me, how i would win and get this reward you mention?”

Patiently, I awaited his return, fully confident that he would carry out my instructions just as given. My eyes remained fixated on the ticking hands of my wristwatch, yet its purpose eluded me like a mischievous riddle. Suddenly, like a bolt of lightning illuminating a darkened sky, it dawned on me that Shirley was the culprit behind this distracting enigma. And so, I made a conscious decision to embark on a journey of mastering the art of patience, for it was the only shield against her beguiling charms.

Satisfied with the outcome, Dominic left his parents’ room and returned to his own. He picked up his phone, which had been sitting untouched on the desk for days, and pressed the power button. The ten-second boot-up felt agonizingly long. His anticipation soared. He couldn’t wait to share the news with Valerie. His left hand, still slightly trembling, keyed in the password. As the network struggled to reconnect, he opened the dial pad first, manually entering her number and pressing call.

“And if I said not yet?” I let out a low hum, leaning closer, the scent of her—spiced honey and something distinctly her—making my restraint slip further. I was feverish already. Not the sort of pulsing, driving need I was used to before Violet, but this low, thrumming, pulsing ache that made me already half hard and slipping closer and closer to desperate. “Then I’d ask how much longer you intend to make me wait.” She took a slow sip of her drink, clearly enjoying this more than she should. “A man should learn patience, Theodore. It builds character.”

Roxy’s POV “Roxy, I am so sorry for keeping you waiting, I have been so swarmed today.” Rachael, the black doe eyed girl, Aaron’s secretary came bustling inafter over 30 minutes since I had been sitting in her office and waiting for her return. Patience. The art of waiting for an undesired amount of time for a desired amount of result. When you want something, no time is long enough. The vision makes the wait worth it. I flash my well rehearsed smile. “Oh it’s okay, I understand.”

I wanted to test their patience, especially hers, to see if she still possessed the patience I once admired. Engrossed in my tasks, I later indulged in a new game I stumbled upon recently. I decided to extend the wait from an hour to two, determined to reach level twenty in the game. After two hours, Jamil reentered the room, he inquired, "It’s been two hours. Should I send them in?" Pausing for a moment, I instructed, "No, not yet. Call them in the next hour." "Dude they’ve been waiting for two hours." He said, sounding like he’s disturbed