My Freaking Alarm Summary Novels & Stories

*** "Uhm ... it feels like I've only been asleep for five minutes, but why is my alarm already going off?" The clear sound of the alarm from the alarm clock on the nightstand really bothered me. My eyes weren't fully open yet, my hands fumbled to reach the alarm clock but it kept failing. I couldn't reach it until finally I heard the sound of something falling which was none other than the sound of my alarm clock falling. The alarm sound can no longer be heard without me turning it off, it is certain that the alarm clock was damaged when it fell.

My alarm rang for the third time before I finally slapped my hand against it. Silence. Thank God. I groaned and buried my face back into the pillow for exactly two seconds before reality crashed into me again. Work. Zion Groups. Zion Petrakis. Unfortunately, my stress had excellent timing because the moment I grabbed my phone, my eyes widened. 8:17 AM. “Oh no.” I practically launched myself out of bed. Everything after that became chaos. One shoe missing.

I licked my lip, trying to focus so I wouldn’t trigger any of the numerous alarms he set. Seriously, who the hell is this guy? The number of alarms, passwords, steps, and tricks he had, you’d think he was some spy for the Russian government. “Ahh, shit!” I hissed after I accidentally clicked on an alarm, and instantly, the screen flickered red with a warning sign. YOU HAVE TWO MORE ATTEMPTS; AFTER THAT, YOU WILL BE LOCKED OUT, AND THE OWNER WILL BE NOTIFIED IMMEDIATELY. “Fuck you, Volkov, and fuck your flawed design, you ogre.” I cursed, slurping on my pineapple juice, and crunching on ice with extra vigour.

I could hear the smile in her voice as she grumbled a response, but the teasing didn't stop the image of Jeremiah’s clenched jaw from appearing in my mind. When the alarm went off the next morning, I felt like I had barely slept. I groaned and swiped at my phone until the noise stopped. My internal clock was a wreck. Between the travel and the stress, my body didn't know if it was morning or midnight. I sat up, rubbing my face, feeling the weight of the day already pressing down on me. I checked my phone and saw a notification that made me pause. It was a message from an unknown number. “Are you still hiding behind your fear, or are you ready to talk?”

Wednesday practice did not start well. This was my fault, which I'm noting upfront so nobody thinks I'm about to blame someone else for something that was objectively my fault. I set two alarms the night before five AM and five-fifteen, the backup system I'd been using since freshman year of high school and somehow, in the specific insanity of Tuesday night, I forgot that I'd silenced my phone during a film review session and never unsilenced it. I woke up at six oh seven.

I do not have an alarm in my room. I open my eyes and sit up, damn hangover. My head hurts like shit . The door barges open and I lay back down. The headache subside slowly while I drink in the shrill handsomeness of this unknown dude infront of me. He was the one who helped me last night, saved me from dying 😅 I think . He even looks more handsome than last night. " Are you okay? " " Yeah, um I broke your alarm .I... I'm sorry. It's just that I'm not really used to it " I say getting out of bed.

_______ He hated that damn noise, and where the hell was it coming from? Scott frowned, reaching out to shut off his alarm that was ruining his much needed sleep. Drowsiness still clung to him, a warm lassitude weighing down his muscles, and he wanted to savor it instead of drive it away. He wanted to stay in bed all day… or maybe for a few hours, but that damn alarm. It was so fvcking loud. “Damn it,” he swore, and reached for it, but instead of hitting the digital clock on his bedside table, he slammed down on his ashtray and it crashed to the ground. The alarm kept ringing.

Alerting those in the whole house. "WHAT!!!!"

"What the freaking hell! Sorin yelled, shocked at the alarm. He hurriedly checked the time and it was just 4am. "What sort of nonsense is this? What is this madness!" He yelled loudly, but I still didn't hear. "You! You! Turn off your alarm, it is still too early for all this." He called out to me but I didn't answer, maybe because he didn't call my name. Seeing that I didn't answer, he kicked his legs on the bed furiously. He suddenly sprung up, picked up the alarm clock and slammed it against the wall, breaking it into pieces and also waking me up.

Rnnnng rnnng… rrmnnngggg Oh, fuck! I hate alarms. And why do I even have an alarm on?? Last I checked, I was jobless. Oh my God! Oh my freaking!!! I jump out of bed and grab my phone to check the time. Oh my God! 8:00 am! Damn! Why the fuck did Jose not wake me?