Wake Me Up In 10 Minutes Novels & Stories

m…. Wait a minute? Four a.m? I erect quickly from my bed at the glaring realization. I set my alarm to wake up around 8a.m. and the fucking alarm has rang more than five times now. Jesus, I gasp as I look over at the clock and realize it’s almost night thirty. I scoot away from the bed and I hurry over to the bathroom. I've have a swimming session roughly around ten thirty this morning and I’m this late already?

It still boggled my mind how she had three mates; it was so weird. “Move your arse; if you sit here any longer, you won’t want to move, so get up and get in that shower,” I told myself, using my drill sergeant’s voice as motivation. It didn’t work, it only pissed me off, but at least I was up and moving towards the shower.

“Wake me up in an hour, would you?” *Sure. I have nothing to do anyway*

Ten minutes. Ten minutes. ♠️️♠️♠️♠️

10/05/2019 - New York, Manhattan, Upper East Side. [ Iuri Stevens' Vision] Once again I wake up late, I forgot to alarm the wake up call yesterday, I spent the night watching anime. When I went to sleep it was after four in the morning, and now it's exactly ten past seven, I only have twenty minutes to get to school.

I woke up 5:30 in the morning, before my alarm clock rings. Stretching my arms I feel my whole body relax and all my muscles release its tension. Tinignan ko ang kapatid ko kung gising na pero mukhang tulog pa rin siya. Napaka haba naman ng tulog ng batang to. Since, it's still early I decided to cook our breakfast for today. So,I proceeded to our kitchen and cook quietly. Kidding! pero dahan dahan pa rin ako kumilos. You know my reason why I'm doing this. Kahit pag utot mo ata sa bahay na to maririnig ng lahat. The reason why I decided to cook for our breakfast today is because lola deserves to rest. Yes she has the attitude pero hindi mo pa rin maitatanggi na may pakialam siya samin.

"I wish you are the Mimo that I'm looking for." The next day. "Ugh!" I groan as I wake up in my bed, and then I check the time. It's already 7 am—time to get some exercise. I'm going to bulk myself up so that she will notice me. I take off my shirt and my pants, leaving only my underwear. I get my mat and place it down. I did some repetitive pushups and curls up.

“Rise and shine.” I roll to Thea’s side of the bed stretching as far as my limbs can go. “It’s almost ten o’clock. We need to go to work. Wake up sleepy head.” I spring up on hearing the time. 10 AM? I’ve never slept in this late before. I grab my phone off the nightstand and race to the bathroom. Thea giggles as I slam the door behind me. “I really shouldn’t be slacking off this much. What’s gotten into me?” I pick up my toothbrush first and squeeze paste on it. As I brush, I pick up my phone and turn it on. As the screen comes on, the first thing I notice is the time.

Tuesday at six in the morning, the loud ringing sound of the alarm on the bedside table, woke Marianne up. She reaches out then turns it off. She slowly sat down on her bed and mentally psyching herself “I can do this!” she mutters. She goes to the bathroom and gets herself ready.

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.