Rude Awakening Novels & Stories

I take my last cough before my legs give out and collapse to the ground. The thud of my body against the earth shakes me to my core. My vision blurs, the world narrowing to movement and sound: boi rushing toward me, their voices frantic: “My lady! My lady!” Darkness claws at the edges of my mind. When I awaken, sunlight slits through a crack in the window, painting silver streaks across the floor. Awareness creeps back slowly, limb by limb, and Rauth’s warm hand presses to mine, anchoring me.

Amy Having Jace on top of me in my bed while my mom is asleep on the couch just an earshot away makes me feel so dirty. I just sneaked a man into my room in the middle of the night. Jace quickly removes his shirt and discards it on the floor. His hard muscles stretch out of his body in a sexy masculine way. I bet he works out every day. My fingers itch to draw patterns on his hair dusted chest

The Savage Awakening I didn’t care what she did or said. The bedroom still hung heavy with the thick scent of sweat, sex, and my cum—Elena lay sprawled across the rumpled sheets, her porcelain skin glistening, my thick load dripping slowly from her chin in sticky trails down to her heaving breasts, pooling between them like molten wax claiming territory. Her eyes, once glazed with habitual disinterest during our rare encounters, now smoldered with a raw, feral hunger I had never witnessed in our fifteen years of marriage. She dragged her tongue deliberately across her swollen lower lip, savoring the salty bitterness of me, then traced the glistening path down her neck where I had marked her

Jessica awoke with a start, her body bathed in a sheen of sweat, tangled in the aftermath of dreams that lingered in the realm between arousal and disquiet. The vivid images of Lucas, teeth bared and eyes ablaze, holding her down, growling in a sea of feral urges—intense and unnerving—had become a nightly ritual, a dance with desires she wasn't ready to confront.

I hate these rich people. ~~~~ Author's POV " Hahahaha. " Her same melodious giggles echoed in his head and he tossed on the bed. His hand stretched out, searching for someone but found the bed cold and empty. He opened his eyes. He woke up and found himself fully aroused. Fvck, what kind of a girl was she? Her mere dreams were giving him a hard turn on. He mumbled some coherent words and got off the bed . He has to take a cold shower. Well it's not a new thing. He has been taking cold showers since last year, since the day he saw her taking a bath in the river.

“Nothing about this is normal.” Silence falls. Cane exhales slowly. “She’s closer than we thought,” he mutters. “Closer to what?” I snap. Gunnar’s eyes lock onto mine. “Awakening,” he says. The word sends a chill through me. “What does that even mean?” I whisper. “It means,” Caden says carefully, “that what you are has been sleeping for a long time.”

The explosion of light was the end of everything I knew. --- ### The Awakening in the "New Real" I woke up. The air was cold. It smelled of ozone and wet soil. I sat up, my body feeling heavy and tired. I looked at my hands. The golden glow was gone. My skin was just skin—pale, scarred, and real. I was lying on a beach of grey sand. But it wasn't the grey of ash; it was the grey of a world that was waiting for the first rain. I looked up.

The copper taste of betrayal on my tongue as the sky over Boston turned to ink. "She’s awake! Doctor, she’s opening her eyes!" The voice hit me like a physical blow. It was Lurii. But her voice was wrong, it was higher, thinner, vibrating with a youthful, frantic energy untouched by the years of bourbon and bitterness I’d heard on that rooftop. I blinked, my vision swimming through a haze of tears and the stinging glare of the overhead lights. As the shapes solidified, I saw them. Standing on either side of my bed were the two architects of my ruin. Marcus and Lurii.

Rotten people always assumed everyone else was just as vile as they were. I stopped walking, raised my hand, and with all my strength, slapped Stanley right out of his wheelchair! "If you can't speak nicely, shut up!" Stanley acted as if he hadn't heard. He was laughing and crying at the same time. "Jason, you've been searching for that woman for over a decade. How does it feel knowing I slept with her for so long? So what if you're with her now? Dawn has long been tainted." For a moment, waves of shock and fury hit both Jason and me.

Anna The experience of awakening in an unfamiliar place can be quite terrifying. For me, it was a filthy and malodorous room. As I looked around, I noted the old mattress on which I lay. I tried to sit up, but a sharp pain in my head caused me to halt my motion. Reaching for my head, I discovered a small bump. Grimacing with pain, I endeavored to recollect what had happened to me. As I struggled to summon my memories, the door to my cell swung open, and a rugged-looking man entered. "At last, Sleeping Beauty has awoken," he quipped.