Cerpen Malam Pertama Yang Membuatku Lelah の小説・ストーリー

Check. It's my first day so I have to socialise to make new friends. Check. It's my first day so I have to make a good impression with my teachers. Check It's my first day so I shouldn't grab a new spotlight. Cross! I furiously stroke the last line of my check list for today until I almost tore the page. I dropped the pen on my table and rubbed my palms over my face in tiredness. I am just half way through the day and I'm already exhausted.

~ADELE~ I woke up in the morning with soreness in between my legs. The first thing I felt was tears in my eyes. I burst into tears; my first night, my very first night, was horrible as the monster punished me for the thing that triggered something inside him. I can’t live like this. First, my brother and mom tortured me, and then he did. Am I a human or a puppet?

By the time it was over, I had nothing left to give—my limbs heavy, my body trembling with both exhaustion and a strange, euphoric peace. The five of us collapsed together in the same bed, tangled in warmth and breath. And even as sleep finally claimed me, a faint thrill lingered in my chest—because deep down, I knew they had gone easy on me tonight. It was my first time, after all. And a part of me, both frightened and eager, wondered how it would feel when they finally stopped holding back.

he’d ask, sipping his coffee. “No,” I’d snap. “Pity,” he’d reply, a ghost of a smile on his lips. “You look… restless.” And I was. My dreams were feverish, tangled sheets, his hands on my hips, his voice in my ear, whispering “mine” as I came. I’d wake drenched in sweat, my fingers between my legs, ashamed, aching. Then, on the third night, the silence shattered. It started with a single, sharp crack , like a branch breaking.

"And we almost lost you today. So you're going to let us ruin you until we fall asleep. Deal with it." I didn't have the energy to argue. So I just let them do exactly that, losing myself in the lazy, feral rhythm until I couldn't tell where I ended and they began. When I finally came apart, it was with all three of their names on my lips, and honestly, I couldn't even be embarrassed about it anymore. --- I woke up at two in the afternoon the next day to an empty bed. My body ached in a deep, ridiculously satisfying way that made me smile despite everything. I grabbed one of Malakai's oversized black t-shirts from the floor and pulled it over my head, the fabric swallowing my frame as I padd

thing, his promise, was actually just gonna trap me with him forever? The sound of the wipers started making me sleepy. The engine humming, the rain pounding, the cool glass on my face – it was all just too much. My eyelids felt heavy. That ache in my chest, all the stuff in my head, it was exhausting. I tried to hang onto my plan, to picture myself free, but I was just so tired. It was like a wave pulling me under. My thoughts got fuzzy, like static. Then, darkness.

God from when he got this stamina? I need to get up and do my morning business.. I get up with so much difficulty.. I entered the washroom and saw myself in the mirror.. Is this the girl who is watching me through the mirror is me? I can't recognise myself anymore.. My whole body is covered with hickeys.. My eyes are looking like I didn't get any sleep.. Well practically it's the truth I didn't sleep much.. It's not like I was a sleeping person. I was an insomniac but after writing my Stories I get some relief.. And can sleep well..

I just had to trust that my instincts and my wolf would lead me to my mate eventually. I trudged back to my room after breakfast, feeling exhausted both physically and emotionally. The weight of my frustration was still bearing down on me, and I couldn't shake the feeling that I was chasing after something that didn't exist. As I collapsed onto my bed, I felt the exhaustion wash over me like a tidal wave. My body felt heavy and weak, as if all the energy had been drained from me. I closed my eyes and tried to clear my mind, but the frustration refused to let me go.

Waiting… Watching… The fourth night came, and faded away. Cole's mind was numb with obsessive thoughts and her chest knotted with anxiety. Minutes ticked by in the dim room, the soft ticking of the bedside clock growing louder with each passing second. Cole lay still, her eyes wide open, burning from the exhaustion of a sleepless night. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t shake the memory that lingered in her mind; the one that had haunted her since their first encounter. The soft morning light filtering through the curtains felt like an unwelcome guest, and the familiar ache of tired eyes was now a constant companion.

But for now, in this moment, I was exactly where I needed to be. I leaned back against my pillows, feeling a sense of relaxation and calm wash over me. I knew that I would be back at my laptop tomorrow, ready to dive back into my story and see where it would take me. And I couldn't wait. As I leaned back against my pillows, I felt my eyelids growing heavy. I tried to fight it, but it was no use. I had been writing for hours, and the exhaustion was finally catching up with me. Before I knew it, I had fallen asleep, my head resting on my desk. I didn't even realize it had happened, I was so tired.