My Freaking Alarm Summary Novels & Stories

Eleni “BWAH! BWAH! BWAH!” The screaming alarm—alarms—rip me out of sleep far too early. I grope for the nearest one, which turns out to be my phone, and silence it before even opening my eyes. Another keeps whining somewhere else in the room, and I groan. Last night is a blur of strobe lights, penis-shaped candy, and mob wives dancing like drunk sorority girls. As much as I’m going to kill whoever set all these alarms, at least my no-drinking rule means it’s only regular awful, not hungover awful.

It fills me with a murderous rage whenever I hear it, which is precisely why I set it as the specific ringtone for my house alarm app. “Fuck, we’ve got incoming.”

GIOVANNI Waking up to the sound of my alarm blaring angrily into my ears like a bitch. I groaned, picked the source of the noise and I was about to throw it away when I realized it was my phone. "Fuck!" I groaned, gripping the phone tightly and I was afraid I might actually break it if I didn't let go. "Why the fuck did I even set the alarm!" I barked angrily as I tossed on the bed. I now laid on my back, eyes glaring up at the white ceiling.

Jack's POV "Damn it!" I groaned as the faint buzz of my phone jolted me awake in the early morning light, casting long shadows across the dark room. I blinked, trying to shake off the grogginess, but the persistent notification light blinked continuously. I reached over, snatched my phone off the nightstand and looked at it. When I read the contents, my eyes widened immediately and all trace of sleep disappeared. It was a message marked "EXTREMELY URGENT!! An emergency meeting… for all the alphas in the East?" I read our loud.

He hung up without ceremony. I sat back, uneasy. I didn’t feel good about the person I’d become. Who would? Betting on lives. But distraction was a luxury I needed. The rest of the day blurred—breakfast, meetings, training, lunch, more meetings. Dinner. A quiet evening with my mate. For a moment, things almost felt normal. Until the noise came. It was like thunder, but it shook the entire pack house. “Alpha, we’re under attack!” someone yelled, just as the alarms started blaring.

Grin !!!! Grin!!!! Grin!!!!, The alarm woke Angel up from her beauty sleep , she frowned , and stretched her hand to stop the alarm . She climbed down from the bed , and picked her phone from the table beside the bed. The email she saw made her shrink her eyes in displeasure. she opened the content of the email to read further . " Red Alert , The fraudsters are on the move " she read with a smirk on her face , " At last you guys decided to come out from your hideout .

10 MONTHS AGO "OH SHIT!" I shouted out loud, after taking a look at the time on my phone. 'I can't believe I actually forgot to put an alarm! Never in my 11 months of housejob had this happened, until now! The start of my last rotation! I knew Trauma was bad news. No wonder I couldn't shake off that feeling of anxiety. I missed Fajr too! If the start of first day is this sucky, how is the rest of my month going to be?! I am doomed! Most definitely!' I kept on thinking as I quickly washed my face and brushed my teeth.

Ugh! I hate alarms. Who the hell did invent these little monsters? They are like these noisy little monsters who burst your eardrums. See, I am thinking about an alarm in my half-sleep and planning to destroy It. Grumbling, I sat on my bed already feeling so much worse for not getting any proper sleep. Stretching my arms and yawning for the 100th time in a minute I stood up to start my long stressful day.

I jolted awake as the blaring alarm shattered the tranquility of my slumber. My heart raced, the remnants of a restless night still clinging to my consciousness. The realization hit me like a ton of bricks—I had overslept. Panic surged through my veins, propelling me into a frenzy of motion. The alarm clock read "10:07" Shit! I yelled, grabbing my hair as I looked around me with utter confusion. Not knowing where to start.

I woke up to a fucking war zone in my brain. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. My hand shot out like a damn reflex, slamming the alarm clock with a thud. The shrill noise cut out, finally, but the damage was already done. My heart was thudding like I was late for a final exam—or worse, about to miss practice. I blinked at the red numbers glowing on the display. 6:03 AM. “Fuck.”