Awoken Novels & Stories

Not fully awake. But alive.

Awake. "What is this place?!"

" he said. And so I dragged my battered body back home. After what seemed like forever, I arrived at the front door, which I wouldn't open no matter what I tried. When the alarm blared loudly, Elise strutted over and opened the door, her head held high. She said, covering her mouth in a mockery of an apologetic expression, "Oh, it's you, Shana. I'm sorry. I couldn't remember the complicated passcode, so Harold changed it into something simpler." I nodded expressionlessly instead of breaking down like she'd wanted, so she pouted in disappointment. Harold, on the other hand, was satisfied with my reaction—he probably assumed that I'd taken his words to heart. He picked a fallen leaf from my ha

Awakening the Unknown The initial sensation that Aria experienced was silence. Not the serene, tranquil sort—but the suffocating silence that presses heavily on your chest, making it hard to breathe. As her eyes opened, she was greeted by the gentle dawn light streaming through the curtains in Kael’s room. Every sound felt far away—the chattering of morning birds, the rustling leaves, even her own heartbeat.

065 **Alora's POV** The next morning, I was already awake, my eyes glued to the clock as it ticked past 5 a.m. A restless energy coursed through me, urging me to get ready before the reports arrived from Dr. Kyle. My stomach twisted with a mix of anticipation and dread, but I forced myself to focus on the day ahead, determined to face whatever was coming.

Amanda hug Aaron so tight which make him to flick her forehead to wake her up for real. “Awch” Amanda mourn in pain as she finally wakes up but got stuck and frozen with her eyes wide open after seeing the person she was stocked on…

About an office with a bed becoming the right category for the right space. About a living room becoming home. About inside. Where you stayed. --- Amara woke at five thirty. The specific wakefulness. I was already awake. She looked at the ceiling. She looked at me. The real expression. Not managed. Not performed. The specific quality of someone waking up and finding the world arranged correctly. "Good morning," she said. "Good morning," I said. She looked at the ceiling. "Noah will be up at six fifty nine," she said.

Alternating pov: Dawn had barely touched the horizon when the pain woke me—sharp, rolling, electric. My whole body trembled, skin too tight, bones burning. I gasped and clutched the blankets, trying not to scream. The door flew open. “Sera.” Kade was already at my side, dropping to his knees. He must have been waiting. Watching. Ready. “It’s starting,” I breathed, voice shaking. “I know, baby. I’ve got you.” He swept me into his arms, holding me like I weighed nothing.