I Hope This Doesn't Awaken Anything In Me Novels & Stories

Sarah's words kept ringing in my ear : 'Something that's been sleeping for a long time and doesn't want to be awake. What had woken up inside me during that fight? And what would happen when it fully emerged?

He opened the message which read, "I Know I spoke to you wrongly; please find a place in your heart to forgive me; at least, for the sake of Angela who the doctor said keeps mentioning your name even in her unconsciousness. According to him, your presence is needed for her to recuperate speedily. I will forever be grateful if you come back to the hospital." Edwin was gladened at what he saw; a chill of ice ran through his system knowing that Angela remembered him even in her unconscious state. Pulling the phone to his chest, he gave a smile of relief; "indeed the rejected stone will one day become the headstone." He said to himself. "But, I will have to do this my way; I will harness this op

Like I matter. And in that silence, something shifts. Not loudly. Not explosively. But like the first flicker of a match in a dark room. Maybe it’s just the coffee. Maybe it’s something else entirely. But whatever it is, it’s mine. And this time, I’m not walking away from it.

And somewhere deep inside me, my wolf stirred. Ready. Waiting. Watching. Hope, once fragile, now burned like a spark in the dark. And it was enough.

Everyone must be afraid of death, there are only those who are ready whenever they will die. "Wait!" I suddenly spoke, while looking at Joshua. I admit defeat this time, and am a little annoyed that Joshua still doesn't put the thing down. As if waiting for the continuation of what I just said. “I—I don't know anything, why do you even want to do this to me?” Shit, this time I really bragged incorrectly.

The ancient presence waking up in my cells. I don't know what I'm becoming. But I know I won't let it take me away from him. Not without a fight.

It's D-day I’ll know one way or the other, take away all doubt, and I don’t know if I am ready for that yet. I don’t know if I can do it. Because once I open it and see it for myself, all other hope dies, all possibility ends and there it is spelling out. The stark truth that has been paining me for a month. Who I really am.

And for reasons I can’t name, I whisper into the dark, “Please don’t.” Yet deep down, some small, treacherous part of me hopes he ignores me completely.

Then I laughed, i have lost my damn mind. I close the book. Toss it back on the desk. Turn off the light. I don’t expect anything to happen. But when I wake up the next morning… something has.

I awake to the gentle caress of dawn's first light filtering through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the room. Stretching lazily, I push myself upright and rub the sleep from my eyes. Today holds the promise of both hope and uncertainty, like always, a tangled web of emotions that leaves my heart heavy yet determined. I swing my legs over the edge of the bed, feeling the cool tiles beneath my feet. As I stand, I glance at the mirror, my reflection staring back at her with apprehension and resolve.