Before Sunrise 2 Novels & Stories

Although, he would never know that. My heart still ached at the thought when I woke up. The sun was already rising as I held the cup of coffee while watching it rise from my unit. I am a lover of sunrise and I am a morning person. I would never start a day without looking at the run rises wherever I am. And, a cup of coffee will also make my day. Although, I am feeling lazy today. What? Am I broken? “Okay. It’s another day.” I whispered to myself. “Why am I getting sad over him?”

Roman’s POV I woke up before the sun even peeked through the curtains. The clock on my nightstand glowed 5:30 AM, but I didn't mind the early hour. My mind was already buzzing with thoughts of Serena, still curled up beside me under the soft blankets. Her breathing was steady and peaceful, her dark hair spilling across the pillow like a gentle wave. I couldn't help but smile as I watched her for a moment, feeling that familiar warmth in my chest. Today, I wanted to surprise her with something special, breakfast in bed.

CHAPTER NINETEEN — OPEN HEARTS The second day of their getaway dawned with golden sunlight spilling over the ocean. Yara awoke to the sound of gentle waves and the faint scent of coffee drifting from the porch. Jamal was already up, sitting with two mugs of steaming tea. He looked up as she emerged from the cabin, smiling softly. “Morning,” he said, handing her a mug. “Morning,” she replied, taking it and letting the warmth seep into her hands.

*** One Year at the Compound The morning alarm never sounded anymore. Elena's internal clock woke her at 4 AM precisely, body ready for the day's first transformation. One year of conditioning had rewired her circadian rhythms around Morgan's brutal schedule. She shifted in bed, feeling the comfortable weight of muscle that hadn't existed twelve months ago. The cabin that had once felt like a sanctuary now seemed too small, walls unable to contain the energy thrumming through enhanced cells. Outside, pre-dawn darkness offered perfect training conditions. Elena shifted mid-leap from her doorway, four paws hitting frost-covered ground in silence. The compound slept, but she had work to do.

The first rays of dawn began to tease the horizon over the Seychelles' North Island, painting the sky in soft hues of lavender and rose. It was just past 5:30 a.m. when Katherine stirred. The sheets, tangled around her legs, slipped away as she sat up abruptly. The excitement for the sunrise gripped her like a fever and the thought of sharing it with Vincent made her heart race.

CHAPTER 57 First Dawn, First Blood September 8, 2029 – Aerie Academy, 5:57 a.m. The dorm wakes us with sunrise poured straight into our veins. No alarm. Just the sky outside our windows turning the exact shade of Remy’s eyes when he’s half-shifted, and every oath mark on our wrists flaring like a starting gun. We’re already moving. Remy’s braids are still loose from sleep, hanging wild down his back.

Lucas Morning bleeds in before I’m ready. Not sunlight... no, light this pale can’t be called sun, but that gray smear that creeps past blinds, the stormy version of dawn. My eyes open before the alarm. They always do. Internal clock, internal predator. The apartment hums faintly. Refrigerator. Pipes. Someone’s TV murmuring two floors down. Coffee brewing in the place across the hall... hazelnut roast, weak. The town wakes like a machine switching on, piece by piece.

★。＼｜／。★ VANESSA DAVIS ★。／｜＼。★ The next morning, I woke up before my alarm—before the sun even rose over Manhattan’s jagged skyline. The city hadn’t stretched its arms yet, but I was wide awake, eyes open to the soft blue tint of morning crawling through the window. This isn’t the normal time I’d wake up. But I’d been on colton’s farm for months, it changed my sleeping schedule. Who gets up at five am, anyways?

The night swallowed everything—every thought, every breath—until all that remained was the sound of their hearts colliding in rhythm. --- The morning sunlight spilled softly across the bedroom, painting the sheets in shades of pale gold. Outside, birds were beginning to stir, their faint chirps carried on a cool spring breeze that fluttered through the slightly open window. Serena was still fast asleep, her breathing gentle and steady, her short dark hair tousled against the pillow. The faint glow of dawn caressed her features, casting delicate shadows across her face—her lashes long and peaceful, her lips slightly parted, her expression serene.

She finally lay down in bed around midnight, her old phone beside her, ready to record as usual, her main phone held directly in her hands, to make sure she wouldn't miss a single second of ringing this time. She didn't know exactly when her eyes had closed, but she woke suddenly to the phone vibrating between her fingers, before the ringing even began, as if her body had started sensing the moment before it actually arrived. She looked at the screen: unknown number. 2:17 A.M. She answered quickly, her voice still heavy with the trace of brief sleep. "Hello." The usual silence, a little longer than normal this time, until for a moment she felt the call might not carry any words at all. Then