Novel & Cerita The Awakening / The Struggle

She sat at the edge and began to hum. At first, the sound was small, barely a breath. Then it grew. Her song carried no words— only feeling. Longing, sorrow, tenderness. The kind of ache that was both wound and balm. The sound drifted through the streets, slipping into cracks and windows, settling in hearts that had long forgotten rhythm. --- The Awakening The first to stir were the children. They woke from dreams they couldn’t remember, tears on their cheeks, Hearts beating faster.

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.

His eyes, wide with innocence, blinked rapidly as he struggled to process the overwhelming moment. At first, there was confusion. He looked around, as if seeking confirmation that they were indeed calling his name. His tiny hands clutched the sides of his miniature piano with a mixture of excitement and disbelief. The applause and cheers from the audience were like thunder in his ears, both thrilling and bewildering.

He persisted, his goals plain, but my spirit fought desperately against his enticing draw. The air was tense, an explosive mixture of longing and resistance. Our bodies intertwined in a conflict that reached far beyond the physical realm, the room became a battleground. The weight of his presence threatened to consume me with each passing instant, but I clung to the dim hope that I could retain my autonomy. Amid this upheaval, I questioned the depths of my desires, caught between the appeal of passion and the necessity to protect my heart. Would I submit to his touch and risk losing myself, or would I find the will to oppose him and make my path?

Paul whispered, his face white with terror. “Aw come on, you won’t even feel it.” Mary’s smile didn’t reach her eyes. “It’s going to be an explosion, not torture. “In fact, I think I’ll send those fools on a bit of a wild goose chase to give ourselves more time to perfect our strategy and also to frustrate them. I’ll send two or three more clones if the current one doesn’t succeed. Then finally, I’ll send you in. You see, they’re animals. And it’s in their nature to make mistakes when they’re angered and frustrated.” She shrugged. “That’s just how they are. We need to take advantage of that.” She gave a small laugh. “So that’s what’s going to happen to you, unfortunately.”

She struggled against the pain, fighting to stay alert even as it tried to swallow her whole. She battled the encroaching darkness and the waves of dizziness that tried to engulf her. She struggled to get back up, to get away. The soft ground gave under her clawing hands and shifted under her digging feet. She slipped and felt consciousness waver again. She had to stay awake and fight or she was dead.

Ava’s POV Sleep was a stranger that night. I had tossed and turned until the moon itself had traveled halfway across the sky, the glow through my curtains mocking my exhaustion. My wolf stirred restlessly beneath my skin, as though aware of my turmoil but refusing to share its calm with me. Every breath in the dark felt stifling, every thought circling back to Diego, to Sage, to the chains of my family’s expectations. I finally pushed the covers off with a sigh and padded to my balcony doors. The air outside was cool and heavy with the faint scent of rain. The courtyard below looked peaceful, but peace was the last thing inside me.

Once she’s sure that there’s absolutely nothing left for her, Red goes to the door. Then she hears static. Red suddenly goes still. Light seems to bounce off the walls as Red hears the sound of a computer booting up. Slowly turning around, Red sees the computer turned on. Its screen was blank but its humming CPU told her, that despite the damage and lack of electricity, it was open. Red looked around but there was no sign of power anywhere else. A bit shaken, Red takes out her revolver. Then the screen turns on, revealing a white background that had a lot of static.