Novel & Cerita Morning Reads

There outside the window was Hugo, standing there and waving. After Serena parked the car steadily, Hugo opened the door and sat in the front passenger seat. "Why is Mr. Goodman here too today?" I glanced at Hugo, catching the provoking glint in his eyes. "Serena fetches me every day, and this is the first time I've ever seen you on here, Mr. Goodman." So Serena had been fetching him to work every day. During the rainy season this year, with several consecutive days of heavy rain, I went to Serena's office to ask her if she could fetch me home after work because I couldn't get a ride.

And one other text, from an unknown contact. Curiosity murdered the cat, and I clicked the message. It read: “Good morning, Camilla. I hope you're ready for your first day of working for me."

Dear Honey, Good morning! I know you learn my texts, and recite many times when alone... Here's it... With the onset of day, the joys reframe. What if you get up late? The extremes of pain silent away with the joys that reframe. There is the beginning of a new day, but what if you get up too late?

Chapter 23 Shade of Truth 1 A ray of sunlight glints onto the face of Micheal as it’s peaking from the window curtains that made him awaken much before his alarm clock. When he’s fully awake, he picks up his phone that was lying next to the alarm clock and checks for any notifications for that day. He saw a reminder and opened it. Right there, he became extremely thrilled to make the day happen.

Saturday Morning Andrea woke up to sunlight streaming through her bedroom window and the sound of her phone buzzing on the nightstand. She reached for it, squinting at the screen. Mindy: Morning! Picking you up in an hour. Grandma's expecting us at noon. Don't be late! Andrea groaned as she sat up, Henry’s whisper still echoing in her mind. I want you. She shoved the covers aside. “Stop thinking about that arrogant man.” A few minutes later, she pulled on dark jeans and a soft beige sweater, tying her hair into a simple ponytail. By the time Mindy knocked on her door forty-five minutes later, Andrea was ready.

no natter what. I couldn't wait for Tuesday. But the next morning my alarm sounded off way too early for my liking. I groaned as I smacked my phone until it finally stopped making noise. But then a soft buzz vibrated my phone awake. Its 8 am and people are already texting? What is wrong with the world? I unlock my phone and put on my glasses so I can read it. Deacon. My heart starts to beat quickly and I havent even read his text yet.

Reed's eyes instinctively glanced at the watch on his left wrist. 5 A.M. How sad and miserable did someone have to be to be drinking that early? He cleared his throat, put up a smile, and walked towards her. "If it isn't my favourite aunty." He held out his right hand, and she placed hers in his palm. Reed lowered his lips to her knuckles and pressed a soft kiss on it. "Good morning, aunt." "Leaving so soon?" "Yes." He responded. "I'm afraid I have to pay a visit to my darling wife. She must have missed me so much that I can not begin to imagine the terror."

065 **Alora's POV** The next morning, I was already awake, my eyes glued to the clock as it ticked past 5 a.m. A restless energy coursed through me, urging me to get ready before the reports arrived from Dr. Kyle. My stomach twisted with a mix of anticipation and dread, but I forced myself to focus on the day ahead, determined to face whatever was coming.

His aura made me feel both uneasy and intrigued. Sending something strange to my body, feeling unease with his gaze, at the same time loving it. With my eyes still locked with his, I moved up, spinning and making a more captivating movement, which made everyone's mouths drop in awe. While others were staring, he was unmoved by anything, instead giving me a cold gaze. Finally, the music stopped. Removing my eyes off the stranger, I went down to pick up the money being sprayed. I was so excited; I had earned enough, and my brother wasn't going to drop out of school, feeling fulfilled.

She has better things to do than waste her precious mental energy worrying about Lance’s relationship entanglements. Morning came quickly. A soft, rhythmic knocking on the door gradually pulls Adrianna from her sleep. She blinks against the dim morning light filtering through the heavy curtains. Her maid peeks into the room, wearing a graceful smile. Beside her stands another maid. “Good morning, Ma,” They both greet and walk into the room, her cheerful presence invigorating against Adrianna's drowsiness.