Early Morning Riser Novels & Stories

“I’ve noticed that you would always leave your bed about an hour before dawn to start making breakfast.” “Maybe it’s a habit.” I opened my skill window, wanting to buy some ingredients. “Back in my old world, I wasn’t really a morning person. But I learned to be one after studying for a fast-track programme for two years overseas and had friends who woke up early every morning for their prayers. That was probably the time when I start to get early up to bed, although I didn’t have anything to do after that.”

RONAN'S POV: I opened my eyes only to close them against the assault of the lights that peered through my window. 'Stupid sun.' I'm not a morning person and maybe like half of the Earth's population probably aren't either. Why would you ever want to wake up so early and leave the comfort of your bed? But I do have a healthy respect for those people who have the strength and manage to wake up before their alarms blare their eras off. I was about to return to my slumber when I smelled bacon.

Cole's Pov.. Same Day. From Early in the morning... .......................................................................... Waking up early in the morning is definitely not one of my speciaties. But I guess today is going to be different because of the loud bang coming from the other side of my door.. I swear if that person isn't my grandmother or at least sent from her, then they are definitely going to get it from me.

I woke up before him. That was not unusual. I had always been an early riser, years of surgery had made sure of that, the kind of waking that happened before the alarm and before the light and before the day had decided what it was going to be yet. What was unusual was lying there and not immediately reaching for my phone. I just lay still.

30 am, it doesn't matter if I go to sleep at 8 pm or 3 am I'm still up like clockwork. There is one perk to being up early though and that's getting in a nice early morning walk along the lake before breakfast. I head for the bathroom, turn on the shower, strip off and step under the perfectly warm water. Once I'm thoroughly washed, I step out, brush my teeth and dry my hair.

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.

In return, he rewarded hard work and dedication generously, ensuring that his team felt valued and motivated to perform at their best. Racheal woke up to the sound of her alarm blaring on a Monday morning. She groggily reached over to turn it off and stretched, feeling the remnants of sleep still clinging to her. As she sat up in bed, she glanced at the clock and realized she had overslept. With a jolt of panic, she quickly got out of bed and hurried to get ready for work.

With a heart full of determination and love, he knew that he was ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, guided by his unwavering commitment to success and his unwavering love for Theo. The next morning, Axel's alarm clock rang promptly at 5:00 AM, signaling the start of another busy day. Despite the early hour, Axel was already wide awake, his mind buzzing with plans and strategies for the day ahead. He quietly slipped out of bed, careful not to wake Theo, who was still fast asleep in his room.

" he said. And so I dragged my battered body back home. After what seemed like forever, I arrived at the front door, which I wouldn't open no matter what I tried. When the alarm blared loudly, Elise strutted over and opened the door, her head held high. She said, covering her mouth in a mockery of an apologetic expression, "Oh, it's you, Shana. I'm sorry. I couldn't remember the complicated passcode, so Harold changed it into something simpler." I nodded expressionlessly instead of breaking down like she'd wanted, so she pouted in disappointment. Harold, on the other hand, was satisfied with my reaction—he probably assumed that I'd taken his words to heart. He picked a fallen leaf from my ha

Thursday comes with the particular energy of a day that contains something you've been waiting for. I wake at six without an alarm. I shower and dress and eat the breakfast I make every morning now, eggs and toast and the decaf that I have stopped resenting quite as much as I did in the first trimester. I water the herb pots. I stand at the kitchen window for a moment and watch the street below do its early morning thing. I remembered how late night felt with Dominic and I smiled. I'm totally glowing right now.