Novel & Cerita Wake Me Up In 10 Minutes

Kehlani 3 years later. My alarm rang like ten times. Each alarm was a disturbance to my ears. I dismissed the first one till it got to the tenth one. I'm still having my beauty sleep and I'm so fucking tired to get up but something made me jolt up immediately.

Mara woke up at eleven and announced it. Not tentatively. Not with the small exploratory sounds she had been making since the delivery. A full declaration, clear and immediate and entirely certain of its own urgency, and the room went from quiet to awake in approximately two seconds. Nate reached her first.

I don't want anyone to see these signs and start asking questions. When I've finished showering, I check my watch and realize that it's 5 a.m., so I have half an hour to take a nap. I put on a black sweatshirt and set the alarm for a little while later. I lie down on the bed, getting comfortable, feeling the softness of the blanket and the delicious pillows... “Wake the fuck up!”, I hear Dominique's exalted voice. “I'm up, I'm up!”, I get out of bed, tripping over my own feet, “I'll pay the fine, how long was I late? Ten minutes?”

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.

Matt says, his tone unsure, as if he’s still trying to place why I’m calling him so early. I clear my throat, trying to keep my voice steady. “I need you to come pick me up in ten. Can you do that?” There’s a muffled, incomprehensible sound from his end, like he’s trying to wake up fully. “Uh… yes, ma’am. I’ll be there.” “Good,” I reply, cutting the call before I can overthink it. I toss the phone onto my bed and exhale sharply. Ten minutes. It’s enough time to pull myself together.

I'm not sure how much time passed before I suddenly jolted awake. Oh no, I'm late for something important! I quickly grabbed my phone to check the time. 7:10 AM—not too late! Surprisingly, Luke hadn't called to remind me about morning exercise today. I quickly got out of bed, freshened up, changed clothes, grabbed my bag, and contacted Penelope.

4:05 am The alarm clock on a phone began echoing around the small living space of a small cabin. The ringtone that has been set as an alarm clock was called At My Best by Machine Gun Kelly woke up a half-naked man with fair muscle with a few healed claw scars. He began stretching and doing his usual morning routine - brewing coffee and toasting some slices of bread and reheating leftover food from last night's dinner. “Luca, wake up, dude.” the man knocked on the wooden door of a room before waking up another man who was totally knocked out beside his wife and youngest child in their midst.

Four months later: “Miss, you need to wake up or your going to be late.” I hear my maid say as I’m shaken again. “Ugh” I say rolling back into my bed. “You have ten minutes and I’m coming back in here.” She says walking out of my room. As I roll to my side I feel my stomach churning. I hate this stomach bug I’ve been having this last few weeks. As I go to sit up I reach for my phone, the time tells me that I am indeed running late.

The latest in a string of texts over the past twenty-four hours that had gone unanswered. “Where R U? Did I do something wrong? R U mad at me? Please say something I’m worrying myself sick over here.” He waited five minutes, and when there was no response he sighed and got off the bed, stepping into his shoes. He left the dorm room, not bothering to shower, or brush his teeth, or even run a comb through his hair. It wasn’t as if he planned on attending any of his classes today anyway.

🖤 A knock on Elena's door suddenly wakes Elena up, bringing her back to the real world, with a quiet groan, she cracks one eye open to look at the display of the fancy clock hung on the wall, it's already half-past eleven. There is more knocking. "Elena, are you up, I was sent by my mom," the voice is that of a little boy. Elena lifts herself up a little bit. "I'm coming," Elena said and groans again, she finally musters the energy and got out of the bed. As she shuffles towards the door, she caught a short glimpse of herself in a large mirror on the wall. She looked like hell, her hair tattered and sticking out in every direction and her eyes reddened.