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

Something that I would give everything to know what it is, but also something I am scared to death to learn about. For all that the heavens deem scared, may this not be what I think it is. I hope I am damn wrong. I hope I am misinterpreting his gestures due to the whimsical swing of emotions raging with me and all the shit that is happening around me. I hope against all hopes that...

“Please…find me.” But the darkness swallowed me again, and I fell into it, hoping that when I woke up, it wouldn’t be too late.

He’s part of the inner circle. And Axel still punished him..... For me. God… I never thought I would feel something like this. Not here. Not in this house. Not with him. But still… The warmth slowly mixes with something else. Something quieter. Something far more dangerous. Hope. With a smile on my face, I fall asleep, only to be awakened by a knock on the door. I stir from sleep and watch the door like a trap. Should I open it? What if it's Luca? What if it's Axel?

Aurelia As consciousness seeps in, I awaken with a nagging sensation that something within my world has shifted ever so slightly. It’s not an overwhelming feeling of dread or foreboding—rather, it’s akin to the subtle shift of a door I was certain I’d locked that now stands ajar, inviting uncertainty and doubt.

As we slow, tucked into another pocket of shadow, I finally ask the question burning through me. “If I let myself awaken,” I say, “what happens to us?” He doesn’t hesitate this time. “Everything changes.” The voice inside me whispers, clear and delighted. Let it. But how?

“Maybe a trip wouldn’t be so bad.” But beneath the uncertainty, beneath the nerves, beneath all the bruised pieces of me, Hope flickered. Tiny. Trembling. Dangerous. But alive.

If I am pregnant. What does that mean? Another child. Ben's child. Growing inside me while I am trapped under Daniel's roof. Growing in the middle of this chaos. I close my eyes. Please no. Not now. Not like this. A small voice inside me whispers something else. What if this is hope? I shake my head immediately. Hope is dangerous. Hope hurts. My phone timer vibrates softly. The waiting is over. My hands feel impossibly heavy as I reach toward the sink.

bubble", so to speak. My life has always been complicated, what do I want? I don't know, what do I want? No idea, but I can't stay asleep, life has taught me in one way or another that if it catches you flying low it hits you where it hurts the most and I don't want to keep suffering for those things, I just like to think that I'm not weak, even if deep down, I'm still the same little girl.

Because if I stay here, if I close my eyes— I might never wake up again. I collapse finally, unable to move. Hah! Shit!

His foot is tapping on the floor. “Who is Cere and why are they making this odd place a rendezvous?” she muttered to herself. Her mind is working like she is a sort of secret agent amasing information. “Oh my, God.” She gasped immediately covering her mouth. “Could it be?” Nyx could not finish her sentence. She is not definitely not ready to conclude. She is still hoping what came into her mind is a bluff.