Early Morning Riser Novels & Stories

ANNA'S POV After working at my mom's restaurant throughout the week ,I was glad that was weekend already .I got up from my bed and went to the where I met Emily already up and was able to start making breakfast . . "Good morning my lovely Emily" I greeted her . "Good morning lazy princess "she greeted back "come on I am not lazy "you know I said "says the lady that doesn't wake up early" she replied . you see I am a person who waking up early is chore to .I find it hard to wake up early in the morning unlike my bestie here, who wakes up early to exercise and meditate.well I can't understand why people wake up early in the morning though.

she said. I drop my jaw in surprise thinking who could have woken up that early to travel. Taking a look at my wristwatch it's only six-thirty am in the morning. I only wake up around that time for our morning prayer but not to travel. A no if it comes to me even if I don't know how to drive. Traveling somewhere around two in the morning is not my routine.

ATHARVA'S POV: I awoke at 6 a.m. and went to my personal gym. I don't need an alarm clock or anyone else to wake me up. I am an early riser. I despise sleeping and often wonder how people can sleep for so many hours.

As the first rays of the morning sun peeked through the curtains, Daryl slowly opened his eyes, a sense of anticipation coursing through his veins. The alarm clock beside his bed chimed softly, signaling the start of a new day. With a deep breath, he swung his legs over the edge of the bed and rose to his feet, ready to embrace the challenges and opportunities that lay ahead.

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.

I scowled at the gaping Miles who had now put us into trouble. The first morning of the weekend, I was woken up with Cara straddling me on my hips. The sun had just risen and it was normal for her to wake up early. She was probably the first person I’ve ever known who was indeed a morning person. I appreciated the fact that she doesn’t pressure me to prepare something for her according to her demands. Ironically, she lets me do things at my own pace.

Now he just had to figure out how to play this out, because when morning came, he was not letting her go. *********** Jace came awake with none of the sharpness he usually possessed. He was a habitual early riser. He didn’t even own an alarm clock. He woke every morning at the same time no matter whether it was a workday or not. This morning, however, he roused reluctantly, his body loose and sated, contentment slogging through his veins. He reached automatically for Bethany, wanting the feel of her skin beneath his fingers.

I hope you at least got a good enough sleep. Ashleigh: Yeah, it wasn't too bad, wait... how come you are up at 5 am? Zander: I'm usually up this early *boy shrug emoji* Ashleigh: Really? Why so early? School doesn't usually start until 8.00 am. Zander: I like to go for a run every morning. It helps to clear my head for the start of the day. I try to catch up on any work or pack work I need to do beforehand if I have time after.

ROSE I wake suddenly in the early morning. I look at the clock and see that it is almost 4:30am. Why am I awake already? I try to snuggle back into Tyson’s warm chest, but I just can’t seem to get sleep to take me again. I feel agitated and too energized. I open my eyes and realize I can use this early morning awakening to my advantage.

Miranda's POV The shrill beeping of my alarm clock pulled me from the tendrils of sleep. Groaning softly, I reached over and silenced it, blinking at the illuminated display. 6:00 a.m. Like clockwork, my morning routine beckoned. I stretched languidly, savoring the satisfying pop of my joints before sitting up and reaching for the Stanley cup on my bedside table. The warm water slid down my throat, refreshing and grounding me. This ritual, mundane as it was, had become my solace—a moment of calm before the storm that each day inevitably brought.