Before Sunrise Novels & Stories

The golden sunlight brings bright colors to clouds and meadows, mountains, and valleys. Nature is at its best now. For the senses, there is nothing better than sunrise. The sun in the sky. First, a small ball of light appeared in the sky, and then its size and brightness increased. The golden disc seemed to be constantly rising. The bird sings of its splendor. The first ray of sunlight refreshed the eyes. When the sun rises from the sky, daytime activities begin. The tree is basking in the sun. Sunshine; people who wake up late miss the beauty of the sunrise. Waking up at dawn is a rare joy.

Watching the room get light. The windows in my room faced east, which I hadn't noticed the night before, and the sunrise came in slowly — pale grey first, then a thin gold that moved across the floor like it was being careful not to wake anyone. It was the kind of morning that would have been beautiful if I'd been in any condition to appreciate it properly. I wasn't.

They sent out search boats and professional divers and worked through the night till dawn broke. "Found him!" someone called out. They pulled up the body I had arranged in advance. Only when the evidence was undeniable would Serena and Ethan truly believe I was dead. At the same moment, I was hauled up by the backup I’d arranged in advance. Gus walked over in long strides. "Caleb. Everything's ready. All that's left is waiting for them to walk into the trap." The sun rose slowly. Serena ripped out her IV and wrecked the hospital room. She refused treatment for her leg and insisted on going back to the place we had lived together.

I slipped quietly out of the house. If there really was a conspiracy between Uncle Owen and Grandma, then once they gathered together, they would definitely tell the truth. By the time I reached Uncle Owen’s house, they had only just returned. Their place was on the first floor. From outside, I could climb up along the balcony and see into the master bedroom. The bedroom lights were off, but the door was open, giving me a partial view of the living room. "We planned everything perfectly. Where did Tamsin suddenly get an alibi from?!" Uncle Owen’s loud voice reached me first.

The sun was barely up, painting the horizon in soft strokes of pink and gold, when I stepped onto the porch. The air was cool and still, holding that special kind of quiet that only happens before the rest of the world starts its noise. I pulled my sweater tighter around me, taking a deep breath of the fresh, salty air. It was a good morning just to be alive.

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.

🪷ISORA🪷 Hours later. It was barely dawn, and Adrian was still unconscious. The light outside the windows had shifted from the harsh brightness of midday to the soft gray of early evening to the deep black of night and now to the pale gold of morning, and the shadows in the room had grown longer and deeper before retreating into the corners.

BEFORE THE SUN RISES Nina’s POV The sky was still ink-black when my alarm went off. For a moment, I lay there staring at the ceiling, listening to the quiet hum of the estate. No guards rotating yet. No footsteps in the hallway. Just stillness. Cold air kissed my bare arms as I stood. My muscles felt stiff from tension more than sleep, but there was something else beneath it. Anticipation. I dressed as quickly as I could. When I stepped outside, dawn was only a thin gray line bleeding into the horizon.

Celeste looks at me with fear in her eyes, and the quiet girl just nods with a smile. Cali slips in quietly behind me and closes the door. "I told the teachers we’d all be ready by six tomorrow. Don’t bother sleeping too deep." I drop my bag by the door and sink onto my bed. "Thanks," I murmur. I'm legit ready to plop on the bed and cover my entire being with a duvet. Outside the window, the sky is beginning to fade from deep purple to bruised pink. A sunrise is coming. And with it, a flight back to the place where all of this began.

After taking the call, he hastily put on his coat and turned to leave. "The power went out at Elise's place, and she's scared," he explained. "I'm going there to see what I can do." He left and never came back until just before the wedding. I boarded my plane on the big day. The moment I settled down on my seat, I was bombarded by numerous calls and WhatsApp messages. Annoyed, I went to block him, only to accidentally accept his call instead. He was crying, it seemed; his voice was shaking. "Where did you go, darling?"