روايات وقصص ضمن The Awakening Book By Kate Chopin

Past servants who bowed and wolves who nodded and everyone who saw me as the Luna, the victor, the woman who had everything. I walked until I reached my chambers. My beautiful chambers, with their silk and gold and the lingering scent of roses. And then I stood in front of the mirror and looked at myself. Perfect hair. Perfect face. Perfect gown, ruined now, dirtied by that cell, but still beautiful. And eyes that held something they had never held before.

a man's furious voice rang out behind me. I turned to see a handsome man slap a document before me. It was a divorce agreement. Carissa Winton? Suzanne? Mrs. Faust? Weren't those the important characters in a popular stereotypical melodramatic romance novel I'd just read? So, I'd transmigrated into the body of Carissa Winton, the poor female lead of the novel. She'd aborted three children for the male lead, Lincoln Faust's sake, and was dying of bone cancer.

Her father had bellowed to the joyful cheers from the people gathered. And ignoring Mary’s screams, some men had picked her up and taken her to where some other men were arranging wood for her looming burning. The next thing Mary felt was her butt hitting the ground forcefully. She felt the heat before she looked up. Each of the men who’d been carrying her was burning alive. Mary recoiled at their bloodcurdling screams. The men who were arranging the woods for her impending roasting were next. They all burst into flames. People run helter-skelter. Her mother ran to her and cradled her in her arms even as her father shouted angrily at her to let Mary go. “How pathetic.” Mary heard the voice b

The Awakening Far below the earth, deeper than miners had ever dug and older than the hills themselves, something stirred. At first, it was only a tremor, a shifting of ancient stone. Water dripped into the silence, each drop echoing like a heartbeat. Then a pair of eyes opened. Molten gold, burning with hunger. Another pair. And another. Three sets of eyes glowed in the darkness. Smoke curled from nostrils, carrying the stench of sulfur. A body unfurled—lion’s haunches, serpent’s tail, goat’s head twisted with scars of ages past. A nightmare stitched together by gods and forgotten by men.

***"And she realized the story was a cage. So, she closed the book." --- ### The Awakening (The True One) **GASP.** Liquid flooded out of my mouth as I bucked upward. My lungs burned with a cold, chemical fire. I wasn't in a park. I wasn't on a desk. I was in a dark, cold room filled with the hum of a thousand cooling fans. I was naked, covered in a thick, translucent gel, and there were tubes—real, rubber and plastic tubes—plugged into my spine and my throat.

It was one of her favorite novels; VERITY BY COLLEN HOOVER. Not long before Christiana's life took a drastic turn, she borrowed the book from one of her workmates and had only read five chapters of the book before she was kidnapped. But she couldn't deny that only the first chapter of the book got her so hooked that she couldn't put it down. And now, the silly women ended up forgetting she was supposed to only take a peek and leave. She became so engrossed in the novel she was reading that she didn't hear the bathroom door creaking open. Well, not until...

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.

She alighted at his house and went in without alerting anyone. “Dennis “ she called in the empty hall but no one responded. She proceeded to the bedroom and was shocked by what she saw. “WHAT!” she exclaimed with her eyes wide open. The two adulterous pair on my bed was awakened by her scream and got up. She would have never thought that her man will betray her with none other than her step-sister. And felt betrayed and left in anger

He demanded, his eyebrows furrowing into a frown. "Only what needs to be done," she said and looked at him with those ancient eyes. "You feel it too, don't you, executioner? The wrongness in her scent and the power that sleeps beneath the surface waiting to wake up?" Rowan slowly let go of her wrist and she reached for me again. I wanted to back away but my feet would not move, and when her fingers touched my forehead, everything exploded into pain, fire and ice all at once. It felt like something inside me that had been locked in chains for my entire life suddenly broke free and came roaring to the surface. My bones started breaking and reforming and I screamed because it hurt more than my

I tried to probe her for information, but Lurii just cranked up the radio and sang along, ignoring my growing unease. When the car finally came to a stop, my heart skipped a beat. The Charles Hotel. The very place where the nightmare had begun. The place where Julian Vane had whispered those dark promises in my ear and where I had felt the first crack in the foundation of my life with Marcus. My breath hitched as I looked up at the grand entrance. "Lurii, I don't want to be here," I whispered, my hands starting to shake. "Can we go somewhere else? Anywhere else?"