Early Morning Riser Novels & Stories

Or, if they are, it tends to be under less than pleasant circumstances. I had always been an early riser. I’m not sure why. My internal clock must have been set differently. No matter what else happened, I always woke up to see the sunrise, happy and refreshed. I was one of those mythical “morning people” one hears so much about. As such, I could run almost any model of coffeemaker with my eyes closed.

Morning Dante’s day always began early. By 5:30 AM, he was already up, the early morning light just beginning to break through the curtains. He never needed an alarm—his mind always woke him up before the rest of the world. He would start with a quick workout in the gym, pushing himself through a series of intense exercises, the familiar rhythm of lifting weights grounding him. It was his time alone, where he could clear his thoughts and prepare for the day ahead.

ROYCE "Get up, lazy head," I said as I knocked on Nelly's door. The third time I called out her name and knocked on her door, I lifted my right arm to check my wristwatch; it said 7 am. I shook my head, realizing she hadn't been awake at this time. My grannies trained me to be the successor of their company; I was used to getting up at 5 in the morning. They say the earlier you start your day, the better. In their younger years, they woke up even earlier than 5, and they have proven beneficial, especially for business. This is what I'm used to for many years already, though it was difficult at first. I needed to make a huge adjustment from the lazy boy habits to a successful routine and mind

Ray made it a priority to take in the fresh air every time he saw the sun rise and set, he didn't sleep, not because he didn't need it, because his excitement had the best of him. Eight o clock and the ground keeper opened the gates "Good morning sir!" Ray greeted him friendly. "Aha! An early riser hey!?" "I came to enroll today, I can't wait!" The old man laughed "If only I had your enthusiasm when I was younger"

JACK I’ve always been an early riser. Not because I like sunrises. I don’t. They’re quiet and slow and oddly sentimental, and I’ve never had much use for any of those things. But waking up early means I control the day before it has a chance to control me. And that’s something I do believe in. The sky is just starting to shift when I head downstairs—bare feet on warm wood, hair still damp from the quick shower. I expect silence. Maybe the hum of the fridge. A creaking floorboard. That’s usually all I get this time of day.

Slowly, he closed his eyes, bidding farewell to the night. As the morning sun began to cast its gentle glow through the windows, William stirred from his slumber. He rose early, his mind focused on the task at hand. In the kitchen, he prepared a simple breakfast of toast and tea, the aroma wafting through the air. The clinking of plates and utensils filled the apartment, a comforting sound of morning routines.

I whispered in her ear. • * * * * * * I woke up to my alarm ringing, I groaned as I reached over and turned off the alarm. Sitting up, I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes. The only part of me that was wide awake, stood tall and at attention. Glancing at the time, I started my morning routine. 4:02 a.m I headed for the shower and took a quick cold one to wake me up. I put on a white wife beater and my gray joggers.

~Megan The relentless buzz of my alarm clock pierced through the early morning silence at 6 a.m. With a heavy sigh, I begrudgingly reached for the snooze button for the third time. The night before had been a relentless marathon of work, leaving me with a mere three hours of restless sleep.

NINE MONTHS LATER Ashley The sun had been just up and was still unfurling its wings when her alarm went off. Ashley groggily shot her hand out of the duvet and pressed the stop button. She rubbed the lingering sleep off her eyes and pulled herself into a sitting position. A new day had started. Ashley was a morning person who liked drinking coffee while basking in the soft warmth of the sun in the early hours of the morning. She stretched to shake lethargy off her body and stood up. She was all set to start her day.

While my heart and soul ached for her, while her visits were helping to ease my wolf and I, it still wasn’t enough. The second is the annoying beeping of my alarm alerting me to the time I was up and in the shower. I was quick as I got myself ready. By 630 am, I was working on waking James. He was a lot like his mother in that he hated mornings and would struggle to get up and dressed in the morning. Amber had struggled the entire time that I had known her. It would almost take an act of god, or my tongue, in order to wake her up and get her going in the morning. Amber’s boy was just as tough.