Book Morning Novels & Stories

Staying here in the dark, waiting for dawn, felt unbearable. I walked back into my room, glancing at the alarm clock on my bedside. 5:45 a.m. Technically morning. I could hear cars on the street, and Marcus was an early riser—-maybe not this early, but I’d only have to wait almost another hour or so for him to open up. Better than sitting alone, in this small, cold apartment.

★。＼｜／。★ VANESSA DAVIS ★。／｜＼。★ The next morning, I woke up before my alarm—before the sun even rose over Manhattan’s jagged skyline. The city hadn’t stretched its arms yet, but I was wide awake, eyes open to the soft blue tint of morning crawling through the window. This isn’t the normal time I’d wake up. But I’d been on colton’s farm for months, it changed my sleeping schedule. Who gets up at five am, anyways?

Minnie's moaned out both in pleasure and in pain ~~~ “ Morning Baby” Jace mumbled, walking into the room with breakfast while Minnie was still asleep. “ Looking pretty and exhausted at once…that's hot” Jace thought and woke her up. “ Wakey wakey morning beauty” Jace rasped and Minnie sat up the morning sun shining brightly in her face. “What's the time?” Minnie mused, still not sighting the food but the smell caught her attention and her stomach growled. “ What's smelling so…so delicious, appetizing actually” Minnie mused before sitting up.

The soft morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room as I slowly blinked away the remnants of sleep. Stretching my limbs, I sat up in bed, feeling the weight of the previous day's events still heavy on my shoulders. As I made my way to the kitchen, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee greeted me, mingling with the scent of sizzling bacon and eggs. Timothy stood at the stove, a smile lighting up his face as he greeted me with a cheerful good morning.

I said, sliding my feet into the plush slippers that had been thoughtfully placed beside my bed. "Your prenatal vitamin and iron supplement," the attendant said, placing two pills discreetly beside my juice glass. "Mrs. Morton asked me to remind you that brunch is scheduled for eleven thirty, with car departure at eleven. Will you require assistance preparing for the day?" "No, thank you," I said, "I can manage." Left alone with my breakfast, I savored both the food and the view. Fresh berries, yogurt, whole grain toast with avocado, and perfectly scrambled eggs provided exactly the protein-heavy meal Dr. Matthews had recommended for mornings. The freshly squeezed orange juice tasted like li

Monday Morning I woke up early, my body a bit sore from yesterday's emotional weight, but my mind is sharp like I received some extra sparkle overnight. It’s the beginning of the work week and it will set the tone of how my week will go. I have to start it on a positive note. Brandon was already up, sipping a cup of coffee and reviewing something on his tablet. We shared a quiet morning routine, sitting side by side in the home office. The hum of the city buzzed faintly outside but inside was peaceful.

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> They'd moved her things back overnight. All of them. From three different rooms back into one space. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> Her space. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> There was a note on the nightstand. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> Good morning. Breakfast is at nine if you'd like to join us. If not, we'll have something sent up. Your choice. - A _*]:min-w-0 gap-3">

**Morning - 9AM** Lucifer stormed back into his chambers, dripping sweat from his early morning workout at the gym. He had pushed himself harder than usual, trying to silence the turmoil in his mind. But as he opened the door, expecting to find his room meticulously cleaned and in perfect order, his eyes widened in disbelief. The room was a mess—clothes scattered on the floor, the bed unmade, and the lingering scent of April that still clung to the air.

It was another bright day, a Sunday morning, Mel woke up, feeling well-rested after a long week. She stretched her arms and yawned, taking a moment to appreciate the comfort of her bed. She glanced at her phone to check the time and saw that it was already past 9 am. Mel smiled to herself, knowing that she could take her time getting ready for the day ahead.

Rima's POV I was roused from my sleep by the soft cry of a baby echoing through the silence. Blinking against the morning light that filtered into the room, I stretched languidly, my gaze drifting towards my wristwatch. It read half-past seven. Despite the early hour, I felt the refreshing tendrils of a good night's sleep wrapping around me, leaving me feeling rejuvenated. Quickly, I slipped into the ensuite, letting the warm water of the shower wash away any lingering sleepiness. As I dried my hair, the baby's cries continued to echo in the background, a soft undertone to the morning's tranquility.