Novelas y relatos de Before Sunrise

The last few hours had felt like an eternity as I sat by the window, my eyes fixed on the distant horizon, where towering mountains covered most of the sky, leaving only a narrow strip of darkness visible above them. I watched as the night slowly gave way to dawn. A faint glow appeared along the horizon, staining the dark sky with shades of purple and announcing the coming sunrise. Finally. It was time. A sudden knock on the door didn't surprise me. I'd been waiting for it. "Luna. It's time." Kael's voice came from the other side. I immediately stood and walked toward the door before opening it. As I stepped outside, I noticed something. It seemed I wasn't the only one who had barely slept.

I was diagnosed with leukemia when I was fifteen. So it wouldn't hurt my sister Lena's chances on her entrance exams, my whole family agreed to keep it from her. I pretended I'd gone to the countryside to recover. Through the pain, I quietly watched over every step of her progress, and in the end I died with one regret: I never got to see her one last time. Lena only learned the truth after she got into Westbridge, and she struggled through endless grief and guilt. But in the end, she carried my hopes with her and chose to live fully. As she grew, she slowly learned to make peace with the pain, and through her own life, she carried on the dreams I never got to finish.

Even. The grey of early morning was in the window. Not quite light, the sky doing that particular thing it did when night had finished and wasn't admitting it yet. The security light had stopped its arc sometime in the last hour. Real dawn coming in to replace it, flat and colourless, making no promises. Thirty-nine hours. I didn't move.

Bjorn held the lamp like a club, ready to bash whoever, or whatever, came through the front door. But he noticed that the light in the room was growing. It was finally sunrise, and he had survived the night! Or at least, he was close to surviving it. He stood anxiously waiting and watching the door, breathing hard but starting to ease with each second that ticked by. The sun was coming up. The pounding on the door had abruptly stopped in time with the growing dawn. He heard a scuttling of footsteps on the patio, then the creaky wooden stairs jostled mightily as several bodies pounded down them and into the early morning light.

STILL HERE ~LUNA POV~ I woke up before sunrise. The city outside changed from dark to dark grey, with the first hint of morning starting to show in the sky, but not fully yet. The room felt cozy. The sheets were nice. Draven's arm was around my waist like it belonged there and didn't want to move. My wolf was purring loudly. Annoyingly. Like it was really happy to be right after a long debate and didn't care to be nice about it.

The standoff lasted until morning. It lasted through the pre-dawn dark and the slow gray arrival of the hour before sunrise and into the first pale light of a day that came, as days always do, entirely indifferent to the divine and mortal drama happening beneath it. The sun rose because the sun rose. The territory's eastern edge caught the light first, the way it always did the old oak canopy going from black to charcoal to the specific green-gold of early morning, the dew on the estate grounds catching the first rays with the silent indifference of something that had been doing this every day for longer than any of the beings currently standing on the ground

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.

Morning Dante’s day always began early. By 5:30 AM, he was already up, the early morning light just beginning to break through the curtains. He never needed an alarm—his mind always woke him up before the rest of the world. He would start with a quick workout in the gym, pushing himself through a series of intense exercises, the familiar rhythm of lifting weights grounding him. It was his time alone, where he could clear his thoughts and prepare for the day ahead.

Saturday Morning The first light of dawn crept through the flimsy curtains of Kayla’s small dorm room, painting the walls with a soft, ethereal glow. The familiar symphony of birdsong outside, a chorus of chirps and trills, mingled with the distant, muffled hum of the awakening city, a low thrumming that vibrated through the floor and into the very bones of the building. Even without the jarring intrusion of an alarm clock, Kayla’s body, attuned to the rhythms of habit and routine, stirred from its slumber. Years of ingrained discipline had etched this internal clock into her very being, a reliable mechanism that roused her even when her mind craved the solace of sleep.

3- Aurora I wake up before dawn too excited to be near the ocean to sleep more than a few hours. After some thought and pacing in my room, I decide it is probably a safe bet that everyone drank far too much last night and I should be able to run on the beach as the sun rises this morning. My boss and her daughter are never up this early, I can only hope the Westfield guys are the same type of night owls. I need to get out of this room and move.