Novel & Cerita Morning Stories

Taking my plate of breakfast, I sit in the living room and watch some morning news. Adair’s case is still trending and it’s almost been two weeks. Usually, within one or two days the news station would change its headline to the next big thing that has happened in the city, but for the first this hasn't been the case. Adair really does have that powerful effect on the media and on the rest of the world. Speaking of Adair, a sound of a ding grabs my attention and I see that a message has popped up on the screen of my phone. It's from him. Opening the text, I wonder why he's awake at 6:30am in the morning on a Saturday.

Morning came earlier than expected. The sun shone through the window making Nafisa to winced. She pushed herself further into the blanket not wanting to wake up. From yesterday's event, and the actual event she was so tired to raise a pin. She groaned when she heard the door been opened, she removed the blanket from her face to meet hussain standing with her breakfast in hand. "Good morning babe " she greeted trying to sit but she couldn't. "Wait, let me help you " he put a baby pillow so that her back will rest on it. He put the tray of food on his lap and fed her.

I walk through that corridor that completely crosses that whole place once I leave my room and I go to the kitchen, before even crossing the portal I notice the small speech of a person who expresses himself with great vigor, he was an announcer because since the early hours of the morning the employees were recharging batteries when listening to the musical repertoire of the hands of that commentator. "Good morning, dear listeners, good morning beloved DR, without a doubt I am pleased to greet you on this new day already today, Tuesday the fifteenth of March, awake and invigorating again in this beautiful land of God, as every morning we announce it is seven o'clock and your trusted station

“Mrs. V, is Thomas there?” “No why?” answers why she is crazy at wee hours in the morning? “Look it is dangerous and I can always do the reporting thing tomorrow. I will get you the pictures and the rest can be done in the morning. Please. Also no one literally no one is going watch news this late.” I pleaded with a yawn. I don’t think I will have Oreos again. “A few might and we will rerun it in the morning. Monroe who is the boss here?” “Argh... You.”

I replied, returning his kiss with equal tenderness. As I sat up, Timothy handed me a plate piled high with scrambled eggs, crispy bacon, and freshly sliced fruit. My stomach rumbled in anticipation, and I eagerly dug in, savoring every bite. Timothy joined me, pouring us both cups of steaming hot coffee. He reached for the remote control and switched on the TV, where the morning news was already playing in the background. We chatted idly as we ate, enjoying the simple pleasure of each other's company. But our conversation ground to a halt when the news anchor announced a breaking story.

Black's POV What a peaceful day. I woke up really early, and since I didn't have anything to do at home, I decided to just go to school. When I got here, it felt so empty. There were really few students and they're all just doing their own thing. Everything's so quiet and calm. It's not too hot nor too cold, so basking in the sun from the classroom's window felt amazing. The only thing that could ruin this perfect day is a sudden loud noise.

“You’re sure they know?” “It has already hit some of the internet sites. The major television news stations will run the story on their first broadcasts in the morning and you can be sure there are some very busy newspaper employees scrambling to get it to print for the morning edition. The reporters had the address of the shooting to work with to discover your name. Moon stated he was New Species because the dispatcher thought it was a prank. He said a human had shot you and she naturally assumed he wasn’t quite…” She floundered for a description.

Lena's POV The story broke on a Wednesday morning. I found out the way I found out about most things now, Jade, seven-fifteen a.m., standing in my office doorway with her tablet and the particular expression she wore when the news was significant enough to lead with rather than bury in the daily briefing. "There's a story," she said. "About Vanessa Clarke." I put down my coffee. "Show me." It was a tabloid piece.

The fallout did not wait for morning. It arrived before the sun had fully risen, before the city had decided what version of the truth it wanted to believe. Ethan is woken up by his phone buzzing repeatedly, and the way it keeps buzzing tells him the news is important and probably bad.

Saturday Morning The next day was a Saturday. Normally we would sleep longer than usual on weekends. But my mom always used to get up before me. But that day I got up before her. My mom was still sleeping blissfully. It must have been 5.30 am in the morning. The sun was not out but the sky had begun to brighten. I turned on my side and began to watch my beautiful mom. The cover had slid down to her waist exposing her upper body. I was watching that visual feast.