Early Morning Riser Novels & Stories

The sun hangs high in the sky, casting a warm golden glow over the world as we prepare for our journey back home. I stand up and join Jim in the bathroom. “Good morning baby” he says from the shower “Hey baby. How are you so agile? When did you wake up?” I ask “It’s not been long, you know. I always wake up early when I have a trip the next day . My brain is programmed like that” he says Jim and I get ready and leave the room.

POV: Siena Blake The morning came too early. I opened my eyes before the sun even began to rise. There was no alarm buzzing beside me, no work shift forcing me out of bed, and no real reason to be awake so early—but my body wouldn’t let me rest. Sleep had slipped through my fingers like water in the dark, and no matter how tightly I closed my eyes, it refused to return.

Tristan's POV On the other end of the phone, Delilah Erickson froze momentarily, then laughed with greater pleasure. She sounded genuinely interested and provocative as she said, "You should send me your address. I'll go pick you up, Tristan." … Willa's POV It was early in the morning when I spared a look at the empty chair beside me. I turned to the housekeeper, Freya Warner, and instructed, "Have someone call him down for breakfast, Freya."

Damn eye burns. My eyes roamed on the screen, inquiring from it what time of the day it was. And then I stopped... I be doomed! 10 fucking am! How could I've slept for so long as a dog? That was so unlike me. I was an early riser and although it was Sunday, the nature of my job required me up and jumping from bed before dawn and that, fortunately, has had me addicted to it. So much so that anytime I slept past 6 am, I'd wake up with a headache, banging the hell out of me. Which made me continue to wonder why I slept till 10 am!

I woke up early next morning since it was the beginning of summer holidays, I was already up and dressed by 6 o'clock in the morning. I looked outside and noticed that the sun hasn't come up yet, but still there were people hurrying around the street. I guessed that everyone had to wake up early to get ready for their holiday activities. I went upstairs to Ezra's room and opened his door, I expected to see him already awake but I was surprised to find that he wasn't there. After a few minutes, he came running into the room. "Good morning sweetie" He said as soon as he spotted me.

Maddie woke up when her alarm went off, feeling quite energetic. Jake had already woken up as usual and had crept out of the room. She wondered how he managed to wake up so early, every damn day. And he didn't usually use an alarm clock like her. Both his body and his brain must have been conditioned over the years to wake up around a specific time, she concluded.

Xander BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. I rose from my slumber, silencing the persistent alarm which indicated it was 5 am. Just another day. I roll out of bed, stretching my body with a satisfying pop of joints and a flex of muscles. The routine is familiar. Off to the bathroom to attend to nature’s call, then into my workout attire. A protein smoothie prepares me for the upcoming regimen. As I lace up my running shoes, the call of the pack territory beckons, and I run to make sure the patrol is in place.

Mia’s POV The shrill ring of my alarm shattered the silence of the early morning. “Oh my gosh… it's morning already,” I groaned, dragging myself out of bed. I hated waking up early, especially on cold mornings like this one. But I had no choice, my boss was a strict man with zero tolerance for tardiness. One minute late, and you'd get a lecture loud enough to echo through the entire office.

TREASURE When morning comes, I'm the first one awake. Which is shocking because I'm not a morning person. I'm barely an afternoon person. I'm more of an "don't talk to me until I've had coffee and made three life-altering decisions" person. But today, my body apparently decided to wake up at the ungodly hour of... I check the clock... seven AM. Six. In the morning. This is a hate crime against sleep. I quietly slip out of bed, careful not to wake Winter, and tiptoe to the bathroom like a ninja. A very injured ninja who moves like she's eighty years old.

Ever since Ginni 's passing, I've grown accustomed to awakening early, whether through my own volition or by the gentle nudging of others. I started my day by waking up early to ensure I have enough time to prepare myself. This routine involved taking a refreshing bath and getting dressed. However, if I didn't have any important meetings scheduled, I often dedicated some time to working out. Engaging in physical activity served as a great stress reliever for me, allowing me to temporarily escape from the pressures of life.