Novel & Cerita Lesung Di Bawah Mata

The midday sun filtered lazily through the wide windows of the medical science lecture theatre, streaking warm light across the backs of students seated in gentle tiers. A soft hum of conversation buzzed in the room, notes being flipped, water bottles opened, and early keyboard clacks. The smell of old wood and antiseptic lingered faintly in the air.

The morning sun filtered through the expansive windows of Room 106, casting squares of golden light onto the desks. It was the third lecture of the semester, yet a silent anticipation still hung in the air when he walked through the door. His stride was confident, his gaze intense, and the manner in which he carried his books, as if they were instruments of authority, silenced the whispers the moment his foot touched the cool floor. A delicate necklace hung between her breasts, subtly accentuated by the fabric. Her legs were crossed, a pen held between her fingers, and her eyes, always her eyes, were locked onto him as if each lecture was a continuation of their last shared glance.

His deep, baritone voice echoed through the microphone. The sheer resonance of it sent an involuntary shiver straight down my spine. “If you are here to memorize slides, leave now. If you cannot handle intense pressure under fire, drop my course today. I do not tolerate mediocrity, and I certainly do not tolerate anyone sleeping in my lecture hall.” His grey eyes scanned the rows like a hawk looking for prey. Naturally, they landed straight on me. I had not been sleeping, but I had been staring blankly at my empty notebook, mentally calculating exactly how much money I had left to buy food for the rest of the month.

Bottomless. Watching. “…I see again.”

KIM As I walked out of the lecture room. Hundreds of eyes were on me. I could feel their heavy gaze and their disgusting Look on me. I clutch the strap of my bag with force as I quicken my pace. I wanted to leave here but the hall seems to keep stretching and stretching. I break into a small run determined to leave the hall and get out into the open space away from the disgusting eyes boring into my skin, away from the loud laugh and pointing fingers. But no matter how far I went, I still couldn't reach the end of the hall.

The Thing Below Saxa The mountain groans. Not the sharp cracking sounds from before, not tremors. This sound is deeper. Ancient stone shifting against ancient stone somewhere far beneath the valley floor. The entire clearing vibrates beneath us. Snow dancing across the ground in tiny bursts as the threads pulse brighter around my body. Every creature remains kneeling, their silver-eyed heads bowed toward the mountain. Toward whatever just spoke inside my head and said ‘mine.’ My pulse pounds violently. The word still echoes through me.

Chapter 135 Nina’s POV The lecture hall smelled like old wood and fresh coffee. I sat in the back row with my hoodie pulled low over my face, trying to disappear into the seat. It did not work. People kept staring. Some whispered. Others gave me those looks — the kind that said they had heard things. I kept my head down and focused on the notebook in front of me. My hand shook a little as I wrote. Everything felt too loud. Too bright. Too many eyes on me.

Then suddenly the classroom door opened. The lecturer walked in. Everyone quickly rushed back to their seats like nothing had happened. Matthew looked at me one last time. His eyes were cold. Very cold. “This isn’t over,” he whispered enough that only I could hear. Then he stood up and walked to another seat across the room. I slowly sat back down, my heart still pounding. Students kept turning to look at me, some shocked, some impressed, some worried. I tried to focus on the lecture, but my mind was still racing. Matthew’s last words kept replaying in my head.

Stopping. Switching bassinets. My vision blurred. And behind the glass, watching calmly— Lexa. Smiling.