Novel & Cerita First Person Past Tense

I jumped on the bed fully clothed and drifted off as soon as I lay down. "Morning,sunshine." Kayden's voice was the first thing I heard when I woke up. I groggily opened my heavy eyelids and I felt for the blanket below me so I could cover myself with it but it wasn't there. With a heavy sigh,I pulled myself to sit up and swiped the hair from my face. "What time is it?" I yawned . My stomach grumbled and I remembered I hadn't had a decent meal for over twenty four hours.

First Person’s Perspective Percy I woke up feeling like I was already dead. My whole body ached. My legs, my back, my neck, everything hurt. My lips were dry and cracked. There was a strange taste in my mouth. I felt dizzy. My skin felt dirty, even though I hadn’t moved all night. I was still in the guest room. The same room where he, I shut my eyes tight and pushed the thought away. I didn’t want to remember.

It was early in the morning I remember and it was about mid 1850s. At that moment of the day that I can clearly remember we were laying naked in a pasture a few miles out of town. We had just made love for the first time in this era and we were breathing heavily next to each other.

*Jay Pov* I felt her stirring in my arms and thought she would try to untangle herself from me like every time. However, she snuggled more holding me back tightly. “Good morning!” I whispered, pressing my lips to her cheek and saw her grinning with eyes still closed. “Good morning!” she mumbled and slowly sat up to make a bun of her hair while I stared at her lazily. “I took my first leave yesterday.” She said sighing.

*First Person's Perspective* ~Enise~ When I got back to the mansion, I acted quickly. I looked around to make sure no one saw me. With steady hands, I slipped the letter into the mailbox, ensuring that it was fast and slick. My heart pounded with anticipation, a mix of nerves and satisfaction coursing through me. The plan was moving forward, and that meant I was one step closer to my goal.

"I know you misunderstood me. But what happened because of that misunderstanding—it was real." "What's done is done. You can't undo it. The scars in each person's memory don't fade." "That day in Switzerland was so cold that it finally let me let go of the past." "Zane was the one who helped me move on." "Let's just move forward. Nico, Arlo, Rhett." "We had a beautiful childhood. But from now on, I'm going the way I chose. The way I'm looking forward to." "And I hope—the Nico, Arlo, and Rhett from those childhood days—can wish me well."

After moving to the city alone, I rented a small room near a movie theater and picked up a job there doing odd tasks. In my last life, I loved watching movies. But whenever I suggested going for one, Nathaniel was mostly against the idea. He'd scold me mercilessly, saying it was a complete waste of time. Now, it felt like I was making up for that regret. I practically threw myself into work every day. Before I knew it, half a year had gone by in the city. I'd gone from just another worker doing grunt work to a junior manager at the theater.

The movement felt natural, almost instinctive, as though his body had already decided the place I belonged before either of us had time to think about it. I let myself settle there without resisting. The warmth of him steadied something inside me that had been trembling since the moment I began speaking about the past. His breathing moved slowly beneath my cheek, a calm rhythm that grounded me in the present even while my thoughts drifted toward memories I had not allowed myself to examine this closely in years. For several seconds neither of us spoke. The room remained quiet except for the faint hum of the bedside lamp and the distant sound of traffic far below the windows. “I do not rememb

Present ARAH The fog swallowed her surroundings, wrapping her in the past once more. Slowly, it began to recede, peeling back the memory like layers of mist until the present bled through. Her breath caught as reality snapped back into place—tears welled in her eyes, her mind spinning with chaotic fragments. Blinking rapidly, her vision sharpened. A man was kneeling before her, his back to her, head yanked back. His hair was tightly tangled in her fingers. She gasped, her body tense, unable to process how she had gotten here or how this moment had taken over.

He was the first to break the stalemate. “I’m sorry, Zayn. I just got back to Liville and didn’t get to clean my house up. So, I brought Caleb here for a meal. I’m sure you won’t mind.” If I was not mistaken, he had been back for three months. Charles pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses as he cracked an annoying smile. Caleb leaped and ran to me, pointing at my pasta and asking for some of it. He also insisted that I make it for him.