Lesung Di Bawah Mata Novels & Stories

" The wolf whined softly, as if in agreement, and I continued to pet it, lost in my thoughts, feeling peace wash over me. I stayed outside all night and got little sleep. The next morning in the lecture hall, my eyes drooped with sleepiness, and the presenter's dull voice lulled me to sleep. She was discussing Luna's political functions. The presenter droned on, and my eyes glazed over. I tried to fight it, but my eyelids became too heavy. I felt the matron's stick on the back of my seat. "Get up, you sleepyhead.” I snapped awake, looking around in confusion, and heard some of the girls snicker.

The lecture on the other hand, was nowhere in sight, which did not surprise me in the slightest. I chose a seat near the window, close enough to feel the morning breeze which brushed against my skin…by the way. I placed my bag on the desk, pulling out a new notebook to rest my palms flat on its cool surface. I stared out the window briefly, watching students cross the courtyard below, laughing, arguing, and talking. Behind me, soft laughter broke the silence. It came from a group of girls seated at the backseat, their voices in hushed tone. I didn't turn around to look at them, because I didn't need to, so stayed seated with my eyes on the board.

ADRIAN'S POV The fluorescent lights of the lecture hall hum with a low, headache-inducing buzz, but Adrian barely hears it over the drone of his own voice. He is dissecting the themes of repression in The Picture of Dorian Gray, but his mind is miles away, roaming the rows of tiered seating with a predatory focus. His eyes skip over the bowed heads of the students, the glowing laptop screens, the hands scribbling notes, searching for one specific face. The third row, center seat. Empty. A hollow void in the sea of bodies.

Her ignorance would. Suddenly, I was hit by a tidal wave of dizziness that caused the room to start spinning around me. Through clenched teeth, I reached forward to grab the table on which the projector was placed on, only to grab air, which caused me to nearly trip over my own feet. “Are you okay?” The lecturer's voice sounded faraway as I tried but failed to focus on what was happening right in front of me. “Quit your attention seeking behaviour, Diana. It's getting too embarrassing.” Leah muttered, without even bothering to spare me a glance.

The man who will teach them for the general course at this time. The class had already started because it was very crowded and didn't even hear the lecturer. I turned my attention to the glass window that was starting to look foggy. And not long, I watched the water droplets appear on the glass window. I occasionally yawned and tightened the jacket I was wearing, the cold began to pierce to the bone. I looked at Harry, the medical student who was always serious about his lectures. Whatever it is, never look down on any subjects. "What is it?" whispered Harry who seemed aware of being watched by me.

The sun filtered through the tall windows of the lecture hall, casting a warm, golden glow over the room. Belle sat in the back, her fingers tracing the edge of her notebook absentmindedly as she watched Noah pace across the front of the classroom. He was delivering his lecture on classic literature, his voice calm and measured, but all Belle could focus on was the tension in his shoulders, the subtle tightness in his movements that only she seemed to notice.

Because there would be no Lennon on the edge of the chair opposite him, thighs pressed together like he was trying not to squirm. Instead, Damien was in the lecture hall, staring at two hundred breathing bodies who didn’t want to be there, just like him. Lennon was in the very last row, hood up, head bowed so low his face was practically one with his notebook. He didn’t look up. Not once. Damien felt every second of it like a blade twisting under his ribs. He lectured on autopilot, not bothering to be informal or pretend to make his class fun. There was nothing fun about today.

His hand tightens in my hair and pushes me back down, and my knees ache against the cold tile floor and my jaw is sore and my eyes are watering and I am, without question, losing my entire mind because I am in the back row of a lecture hall with my stepbrother’s cock in my throat while his father – our lecturer – sits at the front of the room and watches a documentary on Victorian literature like he can’t see exactly what’s happening fifteen feet behind thirty oblivious students. Except he can. I know he can because I just caught his eyes glow amber over the glow of the projector, and there was nothing in them except something dark and heavy that made my stomach drop and my underwear stick t

The windows had fogged in uneven patches, and Noah kept his eyes on the one nearest him, watching a drop of condensation slide down the glass like it was trying to escape. Professor Marek was mid-lecture, reading from a battered edition of The Waves with that same dry theatricality that made every line sound like a prophecy. Noah wasn't sure if the heat or the lack of sleep was giving him a headache, but something was pulsing low behind his eye, steady and irritating. "'Nothing thicker than a knife's blade separates happiness from melancholy,'" Marek read, then glanced up. "Discuss." There was a shuffling of papers, the squeak of a chair adjusting. Somewhere behind him, a girl cleared her th

Thoughts swirled in my mind, fueled by the thirst for knowledge and a desire to uncover the truth. Engrossed in my thoughts, I glanced up from my phone, my gaze locking with those around me. It was time to set aside distractions and focus on the lecture about to unfold. With an effortless transition, I directed my attention to the front, ready to immerse myself in the world of mathematics, all while my heightened senses remained attuned to the mysteries that lay beyond the pavilion's walls. As the mathematics lecture began, the professor's voice filled the air, blending with the rustling of notebooks and the soft murmur of eager students.