Book Morning Novels & Stories

'Okay according to the Instruction monitor, my alarm will ring at 5 am and I got to get ready before 7 am for the meeting at the auditorium tomorrow alone, Oh… I can change the alarm time too, and this is my schedule for tomorrow's class… Better if I change the alarm to 5:30am, this travel and everything that has happened today, me waking from coma, jerks pulling me on my first day of recovery… everything is making me feel strange...., Alright let's go to sleep', thought Ben and bid Oreo good night and Ben went to sleep arranging none of his belongings. 5:30 am at morning *tring tring tring* “Shut up, that damn thing, I want my beauty sleep”, mumbled Oreo telepathically.

I woke up to silence. No traffic noise. No neighbors. Just thick, expensive silence—a reminder I wasn't in the motel anymore, or in Damien's apartment, or anywhere familiar. The clock on the nightstand read 6:47 AM. Breakfast at seven, Mrs. Chen had said yesterday. Be dressed and ready. I stood up and walked to the bathroom attached to my room. I took a shower; the water pressure was ideal. I dried off with the cozy towels. For a location this pricey, everything worked as it should.

CHAPTER 8: The Morning After The blaring sound of honking cars woke Journee. It was 7.30 A.M Half falling out of bed, she held on to the bedside table, then propped herself back on to the pillows. Blinking at the bright chandelier that hung above the bed, Journee sighed.

Betty described it as a night full of indulgent lovemaking. "I don't think I'm ready for a night full of indulgent love-making though," I said softly to myself. My morning routine always consists of almost half an hour of doing nothing. When I came back to my senses, I went to the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face. After I finished my morning routine, I left my room and went downstairs to prepare my food. When I got close to the kitchen, my brows instantly furrowed n confusion when I heard Maddox's voice and it looks like he was talking to someone. I wasn't expecting him to be home this early in the morning, I mean it's already 6:30 in the morning but they mostly come home around n

The uncertainty of what awaited the next day lingered in her dreams, a subtle undercurrent to her rest. The following morning, she woke up early, around seven o'clock, to the sound of a car horn piercing the quiet. The familiar beep disrupted the calm, signaling the start of the day she had been anticipating. The relentless beeping reverberated through the neighborhood, marking Mr. Ito's arrival. She gathered her belongings, ensuring nothing essential was forgotten. As she approached the door, she steeled herself for the unusual situation of meeting her English teacher outside the classroom.

Mika This morning, I woke up feeling incredibly refreshed, like I had just stepped out of a rejuvenating dream. The early morning light gently filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow in the room. I glanced at the clock on my nightstand and noticed it was just past 5 am. With excitement for the day ahead, I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood up.

Thursday comes with the particular energy of a day that contains something you've been waiting for. I wake at six without an alarm. I shower and dress and eat the breakfast I make every morning now, eggs and toast and the decaf that I have stopped resenting quite as much as I did in the first trimester. I water the herb pots. I stand at the kitchen window for a moment and watch the street below do its early morning thing. I remembered how late night felt with Dominic and I smiled. I'm totally glowing right now.

Skylar I slowly opened my eyes, the morning sunlight streaming through the window blinds, creating a warm and cozy atmosphere in the room. I glanced at the clock next to my bed, the numbers glowing brightly in the early morning light - 6:30 AM. I groaned softly, rolling over and stretching my arms above my head. It was too early to be awake, but I knew there was no going back to sleep now.

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.

Roman’s POV The morning sun sliced through the blinds in sharp, golden lines, turning the apartment into a patchwork of light and shadow. I woke up at 6:15 a.m., same as always no alarm needed, my body just knew the drill. I lay there for a minute, staring at the ceiling, listening to the faint hum of the city waking up below. Cars honking far off, a siren wailing in the distance. Another day in New York cold, busy, unforgiving.