The Awakening Kate Chopin Novels & Stories

Viviane pursed her lips while she scraped a heaping pile of scrambled eggs next to the sausage on the plate that she’d set in front of her husband. “I don’t know,” Arthur reluctantly said as he leaned back in his chair to avoid having his body hinder his wife’s serving progress, “I hate to accuse the girl.” “I could tell by her breathing that she was awake,” Viviane said. “Her shoulder was showing from beneath the covers. It was bare. It’s time we say something.”

BOOK 1: THE AWAKENING ~LILY'S POV~ Smash! The glass box slipped from my hand and crashed onto the floor with a sharp sound. I stepped into Tyler's room with my heart racing like a wild stallion. And there, right in front of me, my worst nightmare came true. The Alpha's son, Tyler—the guy who had been my crush for as long as I could remember, the one who had held my hand and promised me an eternity as his only—was holding Audrey in a romantic embrace, making out with her on his sofa.

Sarah I have no memory of going upstairs and getting into bed with Joshua. It was late in the morning by the time I woke; reaching over to discover his side of the bed was empty. As I became more alert, my memory of last night and the entire previous day returned. I cheated on Joshua. I let another man kiss me down there! I had only been at the lake house for one night and I still had two more nights to go. I wasn’t sure I was going to survive. My fear of Joshua discovering my misdeeds was not my only concern. My entire body ached. My ass was tender from Daniel’s punishment and my vagina was extra sensitive. I figured that was common after losing your virginity so I wasn’t too concerned. Aft

Commands failed as instinct wrested back authority. I knew, with bone-deep certainty, that the awakening would not be stopped. And then it became clear: every awakened omega dreamed of the same silver-eyed woman. Every heartbeat of every newly freed bond pulsed in resonance with her image. She was the spark. The catalyst. The storm. I fell to my knees briefly, overwhelmed by energy and fear. My hands shook. My body cried out in exhaustion and exhilaration. I caught a reflection in a silvered chalice. My eyes met mine, and they were not just mine. A flicker of her existed there too.

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.

"wake up mor*n." Daxton commanded after instructing one of his guards to empty a bucket of water on Aurora on the floor she was laid on in the torture room. Aurora opened her eyes at once, and tried to stand up as fast as she could and wiped off on her face. "Where I'm I?" She questioned, while looking around.

V I am Ana, a rogue werewolf who has been on the run for years. I refused to follow the rules of my pack and their strict code of conduct, always longing for the freedom to live my life as I wanted. Becoming a rogue wolf seemed like the perfect solution, but it turned me into a fugitive, always running and never having a day of rest.

Somewhere above, the pack went about their lives, unaware that in this hole, their Alpha was trying to extract something from a woman who had nothing left to give. "I don't believe you," he said finally. Something stirred in my chest. Something small and fierce and utterly defiant. Move, I commanded my body. Move. Show him. Prove him wrong. My muscles screamed in protest. My bones felt like they were grinding together. The wolfsbane dragged at every thought, every impulse, every desperate attempt to rise. And when our eyes met, I saw it. That flicker. That recognition. That sense of being seen that I had once treasured and now despised.

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

Tried to kick, thrash, claw myself back into the body I had known for twenty-four years. But it was too strong. And I wasn’t afraid. Not really. Not now. Nothing was as terrifying as being drowned by my husband and his mistress. What was happening? Am I going to hell? Am I going to heaven? Was I… good enough to make it to heaven? Had I lived a life that deserved salvation and happiness inside the pearly gates?