Novel & Cerita I Woke Up Like This Memes

Monday Morning My alarm shook me out of bed at 6:30 a.m., yanking me into the start of another week. I groaned, rolling over onto my side, sore in spots I shouldn't still be sore from Friday night. A pulsating soreness pulsed between my legs—not painful, just a memory that lingered. My body hadn't let go of him, even if I'd faked it all weekend. I picked up my phone, squinting at the light. A couple of notifications on the screen—Sophie sending a ridiculous meme at 2:00 a.m., José snapping me something I didn't even glance at, and…

{And I was like:what's time. And my sis was like:11:02 And I was like:oh shit, I woke up early. Lol. I wake up by six. Moms gonna kill me if I wake up any late. How did it go, do you like it. Like and comment peeps. Love yal. ADIOS.)

EMMA I woke up with a start. My breath was coming out in pants. Thank fuck. It had not been real. It did not feel like a nightmare though. It felt real. It felt like it actually happened. Was it possible that it was a vision of what was to come?

He learned to smile, and laugh like a child, Enjoying in her arms, His Demons slept forever, his soul started to breathe, When she chirped like a Nightingale in his ears; Wake Up Sexy, Please!

{ Theodore } I wake up with a mouthful of hair, my dick against something soft and warm and my wolf happier than he's been in a long time. And I feel extremely disoriented. I can't remember the last time I had a day off outside of the weekend or that I woke up late. If it weren't for the fact that I pulled an all-nighter, I probably would have woken up at five in the morning like I do every day.

Konstantin I really don’t want to wake up. It’s so warm and comfortable here. I haven’t slept this well in ages. I feel charged with energy, like I’ve had a strong cup of coffee—or maybe even an energy drink. I open my eyes and, for a few seconds, can’t quite process what I’m seeing. I’m in the forest. The sun is already low, the sky melting into twilight. Slowly, the memories start piecing themselves together in my mind, and reality hits me like a slap across the face.

"MOJI!!!" The intensity of the voice that called my name was so high that my eyes opened instantly. It was eerily quiet in my room and I looked around, still not sitting up. My eyelids were starting to flutter close again when I heard my name again. It was louder than usual now and it went straight to my brain. I sat up, feeling the start of an headache. I specifically showed mom the meme that was made because of the fact that African parents shouting their kid's name to wake them up could lead to brain damage but it seems like mom forgot or she simply did not care because that must be the only reason why she was shouting my name like this.

Lola's POV The next morning, I woke up feeling refreshed and fully relaxed. I was not even that relaxed the first day I slept in a very comfortable bed for the first time in 8 years. It was like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders and mind. I stretched only to find out that I was stark naked. Naked as the day I was born. I was confused for a moment before the memories of last night came rushing back to me. I buried my head in a pillow as I screamed into it

You know the saying ‘slept like the dead.’ I think that’s an accurate term for how I slept. I was so drained of energy I barely remember returning to my human form. I was a little disoriented when I felt the cold air, followed by John’s voice telling me to wake up. The sun was barely over the horizon. We had a late and hectic night. I am sore all over.

‘So we are in a building, a condo maybe’ He assumed as he started to walk out of the bed. Trying to stand up, he halt for a second as he saw how there are bandages all over his body. ‘When did I even became a mummy? I never knew that I was someone that would be like those Egyptian thing’ He stare at himself for a small while. ‘ But yeah, you can say that this is cool. Now we look like someone in the Halloween party’