Before The Morning Novels & Stories

Before he could think further—The first rays of dawn entered through the narrow windows above. Morning had arrived.

It was a bright morning and the sun was up, shining directly into Aurelia’s bedroom from the window. She was wide awake, her legs on the bed with her hands wrapped around it while she stared at the news being displayed on the TV. She’d been following up a fashion contest that would be held soon and the date for the application was promised to be announced soon enough. So every morning, she made sure to check. “Just let us know if it’s not going to hold anymore.” She hissed and switched off the TV, tossing the remote to the other side of the bed.

" Samuel's voice dropped, a mix of warning and annoyance. However, he still joined me in the car. No surprise there. With the Gordon family's big meeting on the horizon, he needed Dad's backing. He would not dare snub him. However, he was stubborn. Once he settled into the passenger seat, he clammed up, his fingers dancing over his phone in silence. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of his screen as he typed out a message. [Sweetheart, don't be mad. I've got a surprise for you tomorrow when we meet.] He only looked up after sending it, and that's when I broke the silence. "Samuel, do you remember what June 4th is?"

The following morning, I woke before sunrise, craving a few moments of peace before the academy came fully alive. The dormitory was still quiet, and the faint glow of dawn painted the sky in soft pinks and golds. I dressed quickly, slipped on my boots, and headed toward the training fields, hoping the early hour would grant me some solitude.

The Last Morning Emily's POV The cold of early spring — the specific cold that was honest rather than bitter, the cold that was simply the morning being what the morning was before the warmth arrived to soften it. The sky not yet full light. The territory below in the pre-dawn dark, warm with the accord signal and beneath the accord signal and through it and resting on nothing because it was the ground itself — the original bond at full accessible depth. Not the accord approaching the original bond. Not the anchor sustaining access to the original bond. The original bond present as the territory's permanent surface.

The person smells so nice ,I mumble incoherent words before going back to sleep. After a while I feel my back hit something soft, I opened my eyes just a little to see a male figure,I was about to freak out when person start to rub my back gently and I become drowsy again falling back to sleep. I hear the person muttering something like 'goodnight beautiful ' before I wander back into dream land. I wake up the next morning to knocking on my door,I groan out loudly before getting out of bed and dragging my feet to open the door.

Maybe even peaceful. The calm before the storm.

The Following Morning --- The morning found me before my alarm did. Light pressed against my eyelids, warm and insistent, and for a moment, I wasn’t sure if I had truly left the dream at all. My body felt heavy in the sheets, but my mind… my mind was still trailing.

Isla had always been the type to plan ahead, but the early morning meeting with Vincent caught her off guard. They had agreed to meet at 3 AM, so she had woken up well before dawn, eager to start her day with a warm cup of coffee. The cold morning air greeted her as she made her way to the kitchen, hoping to settle her nerves before the meeting. As she poured the coffee into her cup, she couldn’t help but smile at the thought of spending time with Vincent again. It had become a quiet routine for them—these early mornings where they could connect before the world fully awoke.

I just grunted, not bothering with words. I hung up and sprawled out on my bed, eyes fixed on the ceiling. Maybe my mom had a point. I would give it a few days, and things would look up. A month went by. I clocked out early that day, and I got home by 5:30 p.m. Stepping out of the elevator, I was greeted by three men at my door. Dressed in black jackets, they were in a heated discussion with the building's management. "If she's not home, she's not home. We'll wait," they said.