Novel & Cerita Undertale #insomnia

“Riven, then. I’m Dr. Vex.” “Can I call you Octavia?” “No.” He smiled. “Worth a shot.” I pulled up his file on my computer. “Your intake form says you’ve had insomnia for twelve years. Tell me about that.” “What do you want to know?” “How many hours do you sleep per night?” “Three, maybe four. On a good night.” “And on a bad night?” “None.” I made a note. “You’ve tried medication?” “Everything. Sleeping pills, melatonin, CBD, meditation apps, weighted blankets. I’ve counted more sheep than a farmer.”

Adrian’s insomnia had never been an accident. It was an advantage he cultivated like muscle, late nights, bright screens, a small army of numbers and patterns that bent toward the truth if you stared at them long enough, but sleep had been particularly thin the week after Luna’s collapse. Each breath felt measured; each silence in the penthouse like a held gun.

At the mention of that name, Bianca's jaw dropped and she Screamed loudly. "You're fucking kidding me!!...what happened?" She asked, over joy. ~~~ Rivulets of perspiration traced a chilling path down his pallid skin, his grip on the duvet unwavering, breath fast and erratic. "Ugh," Alpha Luciano,gnarled, abruptly shifting to the opposite edge of the bed. His phone disrupted the uneasy silence, and his eyes snapped open. The recurring nightmares echoed. "Speak," he commanded, slipping on callous slippers as he strode into the bathroom.

Xavier Chul stood on the railings of his balcony, his tired eyes fixated on the dark expanse of the night sky. Insomnia had plagued him since the tragic night he lost both his wolf and his mate. Sleep brought him no respite, only haunting visions that tormented his restless mind.

The guardians tried to pinpoint the source of the unfamiliar melody, each note contrasting starkly against the dark allure of Morpheus's tune. The ethereal notes seemed to push back against the Dreamweaver's influence, offering a glimmer of hope. Isolde, her senses finely attuned to magical energies, exclaimed, "It's coming from the Abyssal Oak! It's resisting Morpheus's influence!" Elysia, puzzled, questioned, "But how? We barely managed to awaken it."

Fuck. Something runs past me hiding in the shadows of the woods. I stop in my tracks, scared of death. I can almost hear my heartbeat. My blood is raging in my veins. "Show yourself," I yell angrily. I hear a low growl and see strange eyes focused on me for a second. I scream and fall to the ground. "Alice! Alice! Alice!" The voices have gotten closer. Something is definitely following me in the woods. I stand to my feet hurriedly. My cloth and shoes have mud stains on them. "Fuck," I grunt. The midnight bell rings from afar in the village. What a hell of a way to start my eighteenth-year birthday. I hear the growling clearly as it draws closer to me. My hands are shaking as I grab the dagge

His eyes rolled under his eyelids as he fell back onto the couch. I looked down at him. "Sorry, bud. It's your turn to get people off now." I went back to my basket then continued up the stairs. When I entered my room, I dumped the crystals out on my bed. I lifted my T-shirt up and looked at the contracts tattooed on my skin. I pressed my hand to it. "Sandriel, Natalia, come to me," I said to the empty room. Nothing happened. I sent a little magic through my hand into the tattoos. "Come."

"It's just that recently, my sleep has not been very good. Every morning when I wake up, my whole body is very tired and uncomfortable. Nightmares keep repeating, tormenting me, making me a little afraid when I have to close my eyes to sleep. Because I didn't want to let my parents know and was worried, I purposely borrowed your name to go to the store to find medicine for me. I hope you will also help me keep this secret, because it's just insomnia. Don't let people overdo it." Joseph nodded. "Don't worry, I'll help you keep this secret. If you're worried that the pharmacists here might tell your father when he comes, let me help you find the medicine. I'm not an expert, but I'm pretty fami

And I was left with nothing but the bitter taste of failure in my throat and the shadow of Caisen's touch still on my skin. I didn't go to Lucian's mansion. I crashed there. If you can call it that. Three pills under my tongue. Swallowed dry. That's what it takes these days—just to shut down. I had insomnia for years. Sleep isn't something I drift into. It's something I fight for, claw at, poison myself into. Without the pills, I'd lie there for hours—wide-eyed and restless—watching the shadows move across the ceiling like they know what I did. Like they remember.

*** months later, Mateo rolled over onto his back with a long sigh. He woke to find Isabella’s hot young body snuggled up close to him in his bed. Christ, he’d only been able to keep her out of it for a week. Then nightmares set in. Something was under her bed. Noises came from her closet. She’d thought she saw eyes peering at her out of her window, and finally insomnia set in when she couldn’t fall asleep in his arms. The last excuse he tried putting his foot down and demand she drink warm milk to help her along, but when Isabella started being late for school and finally missing school because of lack of sleep, Mateo caved.