In Your Wake Bl Novels & Stories

Ayla’s POV Waking up in my own bed with my three mates around me was the best feeling in the world. It almost made me forget about the shit storm that was my life right now. If I could stay in this little bubble, I would, but I can’t. “Awake already, Beautiful”, Archer’s voice reached me. I looked over at him, lounging in one of my armchairs. His top had been discarded on the floor somewhere in the night, and he was left in just his trousers. He was looking nothing less than God-like as always.

They sat there like that for some time and then Vienna could not hold it any longer. “You gonna tell me what happened? Sky, you have to talk to me, you know?” Schuyler sighed and mumbled something. It was so soft and unintelligible that Vienna missed it. “I’m sorry, what was that?” Schuyler only sighed and pulled his collar away, showing his mother the right side of his neck where his soulmate mark was glowing deep black. Vienna gasped in shock. She had completely forgotten that her son might meet his soulmate anytime, but she just hoped it would be when he was in his 30s rather than in his teens! She couldn’t overreact right now, though. Her baby was distressed, something was definitely not

During the wedding, visions of another woman in that gown kept flashing in his mind. Kimberly would look stunning in it. He owed her a grand wedding. Once Lotta was settled, he'd make it right with the biggest ceremony. He paced anxiously. "We'll go once Kimberly is safe." Lotta pouted. "But you promised. Every minute we're late means I see less of the northern lights." "They won't disappear if we're a bit late. Don't you have any conscience?" Richard snapped, losing it for a second. Lotta burst into frightened tears. "I-I didn't mean it. I just want to finish your promise on the bucket list sooner, so our lost baby in heaven knows his dad loved us."

Whenever drowsiness crept in, she would drive the sharp tip into her own thigh without hesitation. The agony jolted her awake instantly, cold sweat breaking across her forehead. Her thighs were now covered in wounds identical to the ones that had once marked mine. New scars layered over old ones, a horrifying sight. She believed that as long as she felt the pain I once endured—as long as she stayed awake—I would come back. "Cecelia, I'm not asleep. I'm awake. I've been awake the whole time." She muttered to the empty room. She opened the bottle of medicated oil, now half evaporated, and poured it over her festering wounds. The sting made her whole body tremble, but she smiled instead. "It wo

Right before darkness swallowed me, William’s voice cut through again, softer this time, close to my ear, “When you wake up, Nina… the first thing you’ll see is light.” and “I’ll be here when you wake up.” that was the last thing I heard and I held to it like an anchor. And then everything went black.

That’s when she saw it scratched into the concrete wall near what used to be a comms rack. Three words, sharp and deliberate. “I AM AWAKE.” Ava stared at the message, chest tight. She remembered what it felt like that first moment of clarity. Of horror. Of realizing your memories weren’t yours. That your silence wasn’t natural. It was installed. She placed her hand against the writing like it might answer back. “She’s not just running,” Ava said. “She’s sending a message.” 03 nodded. “To anyone watching. Or following.” “VX?”

"Yeah, but who's keeping score?" "Surely not me." As the sun started to rise outside the window, my eyes slowly began to close as I journeyed to my field of wildflowers with my wolves. *** Later that afternoon, someone ran the back of his hand gently along my cheek. "Kalyssa, wake up." But I was in a field, content with my men, not wanting to come back. "Elias, dude. Wake up. It's important." Wait. I suddenly realized who it was.

He was facing away from us as I approached him from behind. My wolfsbane blade slices across his neck with ease and he is unable to make a sound as the blade cuts his vocal chords. Before his body hits the ground, I drag him back, deeper into the forest. There is silence, there is no one else around as we continue to move forward onto their land. The packhouse that once belonged to Moon Bay came into view and so did Ryan and many of his people. They were expecting us, the guy I had killed had just been a decoy.

The moment they left, I forced myself to get up and dial that number. "Jason Wade, I'm begging you. Please come and save me…" The man who would one day be cold and decisive sounded unexpectedly tense on the other end of the line. Through the phone, he whispered, "Dawn, don't be afraid." I heard the sharp rattle of car keys. "Send me your location. I'll be there soon," Jason said.

He took my suitcase from me enthusiastically, saying, "We're a long way from the village, so you should rest in the car if you're tired." I nodded, abashed, before turning on my phone to tell Jane that I'd arrived safely. When the screen of my phone lit up, countless notifications for missed calls popped up on the screen. All of them were from Harold. Only then did I realize regretfully that I'd forgotten to block his other number. It didn't stop there; the numerous WhatsApp messages made their presence known. "The wedding's going to start soon, darling. Where are you?" "Did something happen to you? Give me your address, and I'll go to you right away!"