Book Morning Novels & Stories

THE MORNING SUN had risen, and the soft beaming light of dawn spilled into the room. The peaceful chirping of birds outside the window provided a calming melody, making the General feel at ease. He savored the aroma of his freshly brewed coffee that wafted around him - ah! The perfect complement to the cozy atmosphere of the General's office.

Present Day Avyanna My Alarm wouldn't just go off. It kept ringing and ringing and ringing. “Urgh!!!!!!!! Let me sleep, you despicable monster of a clock”. I am very sure that my Alarm was sent to me from Hell. I am also sure she just rolled her eyes at me and called me a lazy ass. “Don't talk to me, Mister handsome Clock.”. I looked around my room and it was a mess. My clothes littered the whole room, on the bookshelves, on my study table, and on the bed, I slept on.

Trixie POV Morning came and since I was scheduled off today, I slept until almost noon. Mom and Dad gone at work I had no one to worry about being home. I made my way to the Kitchen downstairs and made myself some brunch, scramble cheesy eggs and bacon with some brown sugar toast and a glass of orange juice. It was wonderful.

“I have to sleep now, because tomorrow I must wake up earlier. Breakfast at Uncle G's mansion starts around 07:00 AM, so I do not want to be late, or I might embarrass myself later.” ***

ELARA Bright, golden rays of morning sunlight filtered lazily through the curtains, casting a warm, serene glow across the entire bedroom. I lay curled up beneath the duvet, scrolling on my tablet and feeling a sense of comfort that I hadn’t experienced in a very long time. It was eight o'clock in the morning, but I made absolutely no move to leave the cozy confines of the bed. I was grateful that it was the weekend; after the psychological horror of yesterday, the last thing my mind wanted to face today was going into the office.

6:30 a.m. The spring sunlight had just begun to spill against the tall apartment walls in Gangnam. Ivy was already in the kitchen, soft classical music playing in the background as she sliced smoked salmon for their breakfast croissants. The faint trace of bergamot from yesterday’s perfume experiment still lingered, mingling with the rising steam of freshly brewed Arabica coffee. In the bedroom, Josh stepped out of the shower with a towel slung low around his hips. His eyes were half-lidded with sleep, though his mind was already on the nine o’clock meeting ahead.

It's good, strong the way I like it, which means he remembered or paid attention at some point, neither of which he'd admit to. Outside the window the city is starting up, the distant sound of it, traffic, voices and someone's radio two floors below. "Can I ask you something," I say. He doesn't look up. "Depends." "What do mornings usually look like. Before all of this." He's quiet for a moment. "Coffee, focuments. Call with Dima at seven." He pauses. "Then whatever the day requires." "No breakfast." "Sometimes." "Who with." He puts the pen down. Looks at me. "Why."

Morning in the capital began before the sun, Zero was already awake. 5:00 a.m. No alarm, he didn’t need one, his body moved on discipline alone. He sat up in the pristine dorm room, minimalist, immaculate, everything arranged with almost unnatural symmetry. Medals hung on one wall. Certificates framed in precise alignment. A schedule board mapped down to the half hour. Run. Shower. Lecture. Lab. Strategy meeting. Training. Study block. Call home.

The following morning, Leila awoke to the enticing scent of freshly brewed coffee and the soft sounds of the city coming to life below. The warm morning light streamed through the sheer curtains, creating a gentle glow in the penthouse bedroom. For a fleeting moment, she relished the peaceful luxury stillness, soaking in the bed's warmth and the morning's serene ambiance.

The birds chirped on the balcony, their beaks tapping against the glass every few seconds. My eyes flickered open, and I groaned, rolling to the other side only to see Fab fast asleep, practically dead to the world. Sunlight slipped through the curtains, casting a golden glow across my hair. For the first time in what feels like forever, I actually feel relaxed waking up really waking up at 6:00 a.m., no less. I got out of bed and headed straight for a quick shower. A few minutes later, dressed in a white top and black bum shorts, I made my way to the kitchen. French toast sounded like the right way to start the day.