In Your Wake Bl Novels & Stories

As different as the two men were physically, in all the photos they wore identical high-wattage smiles. Robert was startled by the beeping of his roommate’s alarm at seven. With a slap of the hand, Kirk silenced the alarm, broke wind with a sound like paper ripping, then swung his feet out of bed. After a stretch and a yawn, he glanced over at Robert. “Dude, have you been up all night?” Robert only nodded in response.

I crawled at the rope with bound my hands, fought against the burning in chest and when the black spots started to appear in my vision, I knew I had no more fight left. Vibrant reds, blush pinks with soft purple undertones and calm light blues all gathered together to bask in the sun's golden glory. The sheer beauty of it brought tears to my eyes, it was the most beautiful sun rise I'd ever seen. The glorious dawn that chased away the night's shadows. The last sunrise of my life. Not a bad view at all!

I kept going because I thought that trip was waiting for us. Now the aurora was right in front of me. But Olivia wasn't there. And I wasn't as sad as I'd expected. I just realized that some sights are beautiful enough to take in alone. A colleague from the project team handed me a hot coffee. "Get some rest early, Ethan—we're shooting at the glacier tomorrow." I nodded. My phone buzzed nonstop in my pocket. Olivia had been messaging me every day since I landed. Olivia: [Ethan, let me know when you arrive safely.]

Raven’s consciousness dove into Dreamspace alongside Sophia’s. --- Dreamspace — The Collision The storm roared around them as Raven appeared beside her, his projection forged of pure cobalt light. “You never could resist a rescue,” Sophia muttered, half-conscious. “Bad habit,” he said, gripping her arm. “Now let’s end this.” Together they faced Marcus. The former engineer’s form now blazed, fed by the dissonance itself. “You can’t stop the Wake,” he snarled. “Even if you silence me, the seeds are already planted.”

I gasp, inhaling a deep almost vicious breath as reality crashes back in on me, shuddering my brain around my head and I’m startled awake, back where I began, in the infirmary, gripping onto Colton’s leg for dear life, and so disoriented as my vision returns to normal. I can hardly breathe for a moment and have to drag air into my lungs while I get my bearings and shake my head to clear my blurry vision.

I could see Ian standing where he was from the rearview mirror, looking like a statue that had been abandoned by the world. That night, I had a nightmare. I dreamt of the day my sister passed away. I was kneeling by her stone-cold body while crying my heart out, with Ian and Lucy standing nearby and staring coldly at me. I jerked awake from the dream, drenched in cold sweat.

unable to remember what happened in the dream I wake suddenly, my heart racing and a lingering feeling of dread. It takes me a moment before everything comes into focus. My eyes take in the ray of light coming from the small window showing that I’m still on the plane. The noise from the staff and other passengers come trickling back in. I can’t believe I fell asleep but it was my last night at home with mama before I got on the plane this morning to head to North Dakota for College.

"Why should you enjoy over twenty years of wealth and privilege, while I crawl like a rat in the gutter? I'm dying, Kurt. A terminal illness. My time is short, but I'll make sure you suffer too. "Don't worry, I won't kill you. Living to atone will be the cruelest punishment." With that, he pulled out a fruit knife he had clearly prepared in advance and slashed it across my face. Then, twisting toward me, he seized my steering wheel. As I slipped into unconsciousness, I caught one last glimpse of him shoving something into his mouth. When I woke again, I was in the hospital. They told me Jacob had died in that crash. By the time I finished reading all the entries, my thoughts were spinning—sh

"Maisie, that move was brutal. Watching them turn on each other is much more exciting than any blockbuster film!" I smiled and took another sip of coffee. "This is just the start."

POV RUBY The Siren’s Wake cut through the choppy black waters of the Irish Sea like a blade. Behind us, the fiery orange glow of the Docklands was nothing more than a bleeding scar on the horizon. The roar of the engine was a constant, low-frequency thrum that vibrated through the floorboards and up into my very bones. Silas was at the helm, his silhouette a grim statue against the spray-flecked glass of the cabin, leaving Nevan and me alone in the cramped, dimly lit quarters below deck.