Book Morning Novels & Stories

****** the next morning ****** I wake up to the smell of fresh baked bread, eggs and bacon. It’s smells lovely. I heard a knock on the door. Before I could answer, the door flew open. “Wake up sleepy head, smell this, I think breakfast is ready.” I open my eyes and growl a little. “Come on get dressed otherwise all the good food is already gone before we’re down there.”

Ace POV: I took a sip of my protein shake, feeling the cool liquid soothing my parched throat after the intense workout. The early morning light streamed in through the kitchen window, casting a warm glow over the room. I glanced at the clock on the wall—it was only 6 a.m. I had another important task ahead - waking up my Mini. Suddenly, the kitchen was filled with a burst of energy as Su walked in, her voice bouncing off the walls, "Good morning!".

~ Next Morning~ It’s early morning when I slowly move to wake up. My eyes now slowly opening as I move to adjust them to the early morning rays. My eyes now searching for my bedside clock. The clock now reading 6:30 am which meant no one was up except me and those who were either doing patrols or were training.

Mr. Cruz woke up early in the morning, the sun just beginning to cast its warm glow through the bedroom window. He stretched his arms and yawned, ready to start his day. As he got out of bed, he glanced at the clock on the bedside table and realized he was running a bit late. He hurriedly got dressed, slipping into his well-tailored suit, and made his way to the bathroom to freshen up.

COLE No matter what time I go to bed at night, I always wake up at seven a.m. to start my day. I value discipline and routine, and no matter what happens in a given day, each morning is like a reset. I never hit the snooze button when my alarm sounds, even if an extra ten minutes of sleep may seem tempting. It isn’t worth throwing off my whole day. Regardless of how exhausted I am, I haul my ass out of bed at seven on the dot, hit the gym for my daily workout, shower, then head to the kitchen for coffee and breakfast.

JADE The sound of my alarm forced my eyes open. I woke up and checked the time, it was 4: am. I went into my gym and worked out for thirty minutes. Afterward, I made breakfast for myself and my little kings before getting myself ready for my planned activities for the day. "Good morning, Mum," Phyna and Ella greeted me in unison as they came out of their rooms. "Good morning, Darlings," I beamed. "Welcome to a bright new day."

Exhausted 🔥🔥🔥 The next morning, I woke up very early to leave. Despite struggling to fall asleep and barely getting any rest, I managed to rouse myself and be ready by 5:30 a.m. The bed was empty beside me, which made me wonder where he had gone. Wait a minute—what was his name again? The realization struck me like a cold wave.

I need like four to seven minutes each morning to get fully awake. The bedroom I was in wasn't mine and neither was it his. Looking around I found a balcony door covered in thin white curtains that danced in the cool morning breeze coming into the room. The sun was shining so brightly out so I was certain it was past seven AM. This room was all white, so bright and too bland. Everything I could see from the angle I was laying in was white. From top top to bottom. Even the bed and blankets, including the marble floors.

After all, he never meant anything good to me. I flipped through my study guide and after learning for a while I dashed into my bed to rest. It's better to rest effectively for an unknown day. The alarm was ringing so loud, the noise woke me up. I woke up to a very bright morning, as the sky was so glooming with stars scattered in it. The birds came closer together flying from one tree to another. It was 6:00am., already. I stood up immediately to do my normal morning routines. After preparing I left my room for the dining hall.

Mia woke to the smell of food drifting through the air. For a moment, she lay still, caught between sleep and waking. The bright exterior lights slipped through the thin curtains, casting a quiet glow in her room. She glanced at the clock on the nightstand—just past 5 a.m., the same time she always woke up.