Patience Undertale Novels & Stories

“You're correct. |, too, found it difficult to fall asleep, so | decided to take a stroll in the orchard. Napping isn’t a habit of mine. Allow me to introduce myself first. I’m Patrick. And you?” Luna glanced at him, remaining cautious. Without responding, she continued to gather oranges. “You've collected quite a number of oranges. Will you be able to finish them all? Oranges don’t keep well for long; they spoil easily,” Patrick kindly urged. Luna stole a glance at Patrick. Why did this person talk so much? However, when she looked at his smiling face, she couldn’t discern any ill intentions.

Elara said, her voice above a whisper. I placed a hand over hers and smiled, reassuring, deliberate. “Of course, I wouldn’t.” I murmured. “I told you I wouldn’t leave you halfway.” Her shoulders eased. “I won’t let a rogue take your place,” I continued calmly. “Not after everything that you’ve stood for by my side.” Elara swallowed, nodding slowly. “You just need to learn one thing,” I said, squeezing her hand. “Patience. And only when you’ve mastered that skill will you be ready for what comes next…”

“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.”

He looked thoughtful for a long minute and I really couldn’t tell how he was processing that. “So there’s no dude in your life,” he finally said. I laughed. “Just the one who shits his pants,” I grinned. He laughed. “Well what about me,” he said, fully turning to look at me. I nearly choked. “What … what about you,” I managed to say. He reached for my hand and took it, holding onto it and looking at them together. Was he being serious?? Lukas “Feisty” Trent wants to date a single mom … why??

Schuyler rushed to reassure the boy. Olliver smiled a little again, “Really?” Schuyler sighed, relieved that the little boy believed him. He then straightened up, now confident and held out a hand to the boy, “Really, and I am Schuyler Raverton.” The toddler took the hand smiling, “I am Olliver Langdon.”

She confused before fainted, due to over-long exert her power. Time for rest, collect the crystal and create a potion. System! Process the crystal. Tink! 1.000 potion success. Xiao Wan drinks all potion, gain 10.000 Exp. System! Unlock Apprentice slot 2. Tink! Unlock Apprentice slot 2 success. System! State panel talent this girl. Tink! Talent : 5 star. Good foundation, even she still level 1, the future can gain a high class. While Lola is still unconscious, Xiao Wan makes her an Apprentice. System! Make Apprentice this girl. Tink! Apprentice success. Open her eyes, she wake up in a healthy condition. Who are you? Did you kill all the mutants? My name is Xiao Wan. Ye

"We wait until he gets sloppy. Because he will. People who do this don't stop." The patience in his voice surprised me. Not the forced kind – not the white-knuckled restraint of someone choosing calm over chaos. Real patience. Earned. The patience of a man who'd sat on a hallway floor all night learning what his hands were for and was still learning. He was changing. Slowly. Painfully. But changing. I kissed him. Soft. The kind that wasn't asking for anything. "Together?" "Together."

I groan in frustration. “Not just yet, my Luna. I’ve yet to taste you everywhere. Yet to touch and kiss all of you. I haven’t even claimed your lips yet. Patience is a virtue.” “Then get on with it already! Stop this torture, Slade. I order you to come inside me.” “So impatient,” he growls, “but good things come to those who wait.”

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.”

Selene murmured, standing close beside Luna as the coalition made their final preparations, "it's been waiting a hundred years to get out. I don't like the idea of finding out exactly how patient a hundred years of waiting makes something." "None of us do," Torin said grimly, checking his own weapons with the careful, deliberate focus of a wolf who had survived considerably more battles than he cared to count. "But patience cuts both ways. We've spent three days building something this kingdom hasn't managed in a century. I intend to find out if it was worth the wait."