Ernst Spring Awakening Novels & Stories

It happened again! Eliza groaned with despair as she rolled onto her back and looked up into the early morning sky. Her nightmare was continued. She was naked in the field on the edge of the woods again. She’d gone to bed early without a drop of alcohol in her system, let alone any type of drug, yet the sledgehammer in her head was pounding even harder than the morning before. Like the first time, she couldn’t remember a thing on how or why she was in such a state.

Nicky had been…predictable, never throwing a tantrum but she hadn’t excited him this way. Erin stirred, muttering something in her sleep. She turned, snuggling close to the warmth of his body, her delectable backside fitting snuggly against him. Ethan felt the now familiar stir in his groin, amazed he could still respond to this woman so quickly. He slipped an arm over her middle and pulled her close, burrowing his nose in the back of her neck. The sweet scent of jasmine from her shampoo filled his nostrils, the fine hairs tickled his face.

Dawn came, not with gentle light, but with the harsh, clarifying grey of spent storms. Elara woke to the unfamiliar weight of an arm around her waist, the solid heat of a body pressed against her back. For a disoriented second, she was seventeen again, waking from a nightmare of his cruelty. Then memory returned, visceral and consuming: the taste of him, the scrape of his stubble, the raw, claiming force of him moving inside her.

“All right, honey, as long as you and I are together, life is good. I hope we spend the rest of our lives together. I'm hoping that all of our kids will have a whole family and continue to live simply together. All I want from our Lord is to live a healthy lifestyle and to always be in close relationship with Him. Ernest spoke excitedly of their romantic evening when they went to bed and slept together in the nude, covered only by a nice white blanket during the Christmas season. The cock crows began to cry out early in the morning, often at the crack of dawn. But after Ernest made love to her, Elaine had trouble sleeping the entire night. She is well aware of the cocks that Ernest is raisin

I don't even know…. “Miss Fox” I felt a small nudge, and that is my cue to yawn and sit up, feigning sleepy might I add. When I blinked my sleep away, I was shocked! My small heart isn't ready for the side in front of me. Ethan knight in white t-shirt and Denim jacket. My eyes are freaking blessed and just like that I knew this date was worth it. Staring-Winter starts now. “Oh,Thank God,you are awake, I was starting to think you were tired and was planning to let you just sleep”

I was done crying over the people who had sacrificed me to keep peace in their corrupted home. My fingers moved swiftly across the mechanical combination dial, the faint clicking of the tumbler echoing softly in my ears. 1-0-2-4. October twenty-fourth. The day of her birth. I turned the heavy chrome handle clockwise. The solid steel door unlocked and swung open without making a single sound. Inside the dark recess sat a thick, leather-bound folder tied neatly with a faded silk ribbon, preserved perfectly from the dust and decay of the outside world.

Sarah When I woke up Joshua was gently rubbing my head, whispering in my ear. “Wake up sleepy head. Everyone wants to go on a hike today.” I didn’t dare tell him I’d barely gotten any sleep. I sat up and looked around the room, trying to catch my bearings. Joshua leaned in to kiss me good morning but I pushed him away. The last thing I remembered, my mouth was filled with Nate’s semen. I wasn’t about to kiss Joshua. “Not now. I have morning breath,” I told him.

His new self-imposed mission: find out the origin of the mysterious necklace. That night she went to bed without any answers. The night is warm, at least that's what the box called a 'Television' announced this morning. A breeze brings with it a different scent. One he's not familiar with yet. Sera has been asleep for a while now. The only thing to keep him company is the sound of the woods surrounding her house. A cricket chirps, and the wind rustles between the leaves. Nathanael turns away, swinging his legs onto the floor. The room is quiet as he glides over to her bedside. The gentle curve of her cheek is calm, relaxed even. Maybe this is all in his head. Maybe this is normal for Earth.

The burn is immediate. It starts in my vein, a white-hot fire that races up my arm and spreads across my chest like wildfire. I gasp. My back arches. Every nerve in my body lights up at once, screaming, poison, poison, poison. But I don't scream. I bite my lip until it bleeds. I dig my nails into my palms. I stare at the ceiling and count the cracks in the stone and refuse, refuse, to give him the satisfaction of hearing me break.