Rude Awakening Novels & Stories

I hadn't planned on you coming to my rescue, so for safety's sake, I just accepted the identity you gave me for a while. I wasn't mad about this reveal. Instead, I extended my hand to her in a straightforward manner. "Give it back to me then." Delilah cocked her brow, her face displaying a rare hint of bewilderment. "What are you talking about?" I replied, "I want my bank card with five million dollars in it. I feel so irritated the more I think about it—I feel like a panhandler trying to donate money to a mogul."

Now it worked perfectly for my plan. My seat was stained with fresh red marks. It seemed they hadn't forgotten me in my absence. I bent down to pick up my scattered books. My foot nudged Tyler's chair. He woke up from the stir and frowned at me. "Sorry, did I disturb you?" I apologized. He looked up and met my gaze. I smiled sweetly and tucked my hair behind my ear. In the past few days, Melissa had nurtured me well with the best of everything. I used to be insecure, dark-skinned, and thin. Now my appearance had changed. The contrast was enough to stun him.

His hand brushed against me, but I gently moved it away. "You're tired. Just sleep," I muttered. ... I woke up early the next morning, picking out a casual T-shirt, a denim skirt, and white sneakers. I tied my hair into a bun and did my makeup. In the mirror, I looked like an energetic young girl with fair skin, a slender figure, and bright eyes. Derrick, on the other hand, was still recovering from a hangover. His eyes were bloodshot, with dark circles underneath. Luckily, his features were decent, and he wasn't that old. Once he put on the white T-shirt, knee-length denim shorts, and white sneakers I'd prepared for him, he looked livelier.

Focus! "Thats when my grandmother discovered that I had an old and bitter lycan spirit. She did a spell to calm the beast and he felt dormant. I guess that I was feeling the lost a lot more than I thought I did for all these years. The beast is calling prime. On my ascension he will awaken and we will become one and I will have my prime lycan form," he said, staring into the depst of the world within his mind. "So Prime is the sleeping wolf in your mind," I said, tilting my head slightly.

Ayla’s POV Waking up in my own bed with my three mates around me was the best feeling in the world. It almost made me forget about the shit storm that was my life right now. If I could stay in this little bubble, I would, but I can’t. “Awake already, Beautiful”, Archer’s voice reached me. I looked over at him, lounging in one of my armchairs. His top had been discarded on the floor somewhere in the night, and he was left in just his trousers. He was looking nothing less than God-like as always.

The sand beneath my feet was cool as I gingerly stepped into the morning light. When I opened the tent, I spotted a desert lizard licking dew off the fabric of the tent. Julian squatted by a small fire and prepared breakfast with careful attention. Smoke rose in gentle wisps, mingling with the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee. The sight of him like this—so at ease, so perfectly suited to this place—sent a rush through me. When he noticed me, he lifted his head and smiled. His beard hadn't been shaved in several days, and the corners of his eyes had even developed wrinkles not typical for his age due to the dryness. He looked like a rugged, sexy, wild man.

They are overjoyed at the quiet, fresh, and serene remote location that the rescued crew has provided for them. Before they opened their eyes from a deep sleep, they heard loud cries as if resounding echoes carried by the strong rushing wind from a secluded place early in the morning, and Robert seemed to starve as he groped for his mother's nipple in the darkness of the bedroom, and Rudolf made some sexual advance his wife beside and groped her repeatedly.

The words came out possessive and through gritted teeth. Ralph heard every single word and realized he'd made a huge mistake. It was unusual to see his brother in this condition. When he saw him trying so hard to calm that beast inside him, he knew he needed to do something to appease him. “I was joking, brother. She's not my type, and I'll never touch your people,” Ralph quickly denied before his brother went berserk. The next thing he saw was a familiar red booklet. He grabbed it quickly and stared at it with his eyes wide open.

I wake up at my normal time. My body is adjust to 5 am wakeup like clockwork. I feel hands moving. I feel my breasts being squeezed, and my heated core being rubbed. I look over and find “Ralph staring at me with a smile. He looks like he’s been happily caught in a cookie jar. “Did I wake you?” he says in curiosity. “No, I always wake up this early, but this is certainly welcome wakeup.” He smiles and begins to kiss me.

The Awakening Power The moon illuminated the sky as Lyra found herself solitary in the clearing, the cold air pressing against her. Her breaths came rapidly and shallowly, each exhale visible in the frigid night. A fresh wave of strength coursed through her, a sensation she struggled to describe. It felt as if every part of her was coming alive, as though her true self had been asleep for ages and was now finally awakening.