Before The Dawn Book Novels & Stories

I wake before Sophia. The room is still dark, but the city outside is beginning to lighten at the edges. Dawn is an hour away. I have been awake for longer than that. Lying still so I do not wake her. Thinking about the letter in my desk drawer and the man who wrote the final page.

A question struck my mind. ‘How did you find me?’ I asked him. He smirked. ‘I followed you,’ he said. I looked at him in surprise. ‘Follow me?’ I muttered those words as he increased the volume of the music. ................................... JULET’S POV Following a total stranger home, not knowing where he was taking me, we entered a grand estate named "The Damien's Estate." It was like another world, vast and magnificent. My mouth dropped open in awe; I couldn't remember the last time I'd seen something so impressive. As we drove, we passed under an arch of floricultures that provided shade.

She hurried to the window and closed the curtains. “I can see the pink of dawn over the trees,” she said worriedly. Something needed to be done soon. Maggie grabbed her book of spells again and quickly leafed through the pages. Without a moment’s hesitation, Tara joined her. Dominic resumed pounding on the door and shouting for her to come out. Every nerve in the room was worn thin as the tension mounted. Maggie finally came to a page and stopped. She took in a deep breath as she read and then just as quickly let it out.

26 — Noncompliance Dawn came like an afterthought. Not dramatic — no color bleeding across the skyline, no cinematic light through the laundromat window. Just a slow, gray brightening that made the room look more real than it had the night before. More permanent. The kind of morning that didn't ask permission to arrive. Nori woke first. She lay still for a long moment, cataloging the unfamiliar weight at her back, the arm across her ribs, the breath that moved against her hair in a slow, unconscious rhythm. The bond sat warm in her sternum — not flaring, not pulling, not bracing against anticipated loss.

Chapter 24: The Morning After The first light of dawn was a soft, pale gray, filtering through the cracks in the barn’s wooden slats. It danced across the hay-strewn floor, eventually finding its way to the loft. Caro woke slowly, her body feeling heavy and sensitized in a way it hadn't been in years. The air was cool, but she was wrapped in a furnace of heat.

Divorced by Dawn, Queen by Dusk — Book Two: The Blood Crown Chapter Eleven: Elliot's Truth The morning of the meeting was grey and still and smelled of salt coming in off the water. She was up before five. The house was quiet in the specific way it got before Rosa arrived — a baseline quiet, the house itself breathing.

The Stillness Before the Tempest Dawn arrived with an illusion of tranquility. The woodland was quiet, the birds began to sing once more, and sunlight pierced through the fog as if the events of the previous night had never occurred. Yet for Reven, tranquility had never felt so burdensome.

Reborn Before the End Blurb Blurb She died once. She will not die again. Elara Vance died in the flames of an apocalypse that consumed the world, betrayed by the man she loved, abandoned to burn while he saved another woman and their child. Her final moments were filled with nothing but regret and hatred. Then she woke up. Three months before the end of everything, Elara is the only person on Earth who remembers what is coming. The collapsing sky. The mutated creatures. The mysterious energy that will destroy civilization as she knows it. Now she has a choice: waste her second chance on the man who destroyed her, or use it to prepare for the war ahead.

Blood Awakening Chapter 14: Sweet spot Morning came in just a snap of fingers. Maridelle woke up with a pair of warm arms around her waist. She checked who it was just to find Lachlan cuddling her. Immediately, she checked if he got some clothes on. Maridelle cannot bear the thought of him sleeping beside her naked. For a moment, hot blood pooled on her cheeks. Slowly, with courage, she took peek under the blanket. It's a relief to see that he is wearing clothes. The landlady must have left it outside their room for him.

Vibrant reds, blush pinks with soft purple undertones and calm light blues. All gathered together to bask in the sun's golden glory. The sheer beauty of it brought tears to my eyes, it was the most beautiful sun rise I'd ever seen. The glorious dawn that chased away the night's shadows. This was the sun rise of June 21, 1874. The morning of my execution. The glorious dawn of the beginning of my end! The Night Before 526!