Wake Me Up When I'm Older Novels & Stories

A surge of powerful vitality coursed through my entire body; not a single trace of the frail, sluggish exhaustion from my lifelong asthma remained. I lightly turned my wrist, and my watch screen flickered to life: 7:15 PM. My heart nearly skipped a beat. Past seven in the evening? I had slept straight through for over fourteen hours? A wave of panic shot directly to my brain. The flight... The flight banishing me to a foreign country was at 10:00 AM this morning. I had missed it. Nurse Mary hadn't woken me up. I threw off the covers and stumbled toward the bathroom, flicking on the light to splash water on my face and wake myself up. But the moment I looked up, I froze completely at the refl

After a long pause, she coolly replied, "Everest isn't as calculating as you are." I scoffed and closed my eyes, feeling the last spark of warmth in my chest vanish. "I'm moving out tomorrow," I declared before turning around and limping painfully toward my room. Behind me, I could faintly hear Bianca's muttered curse. "Ungrateful brat." … I sat numbly on the edge of my bed and curled into myself, feeling my heart ache dully. It hurt so much that I could hardly breathe. After some time, a sudden crack of thunder jolted me awake. For a moment, I wondered if I was dreaming.

No, that was not my destiny. Alpha Theo was everything perfect in this world. And I was everything he despised. As I closed my eyes, I tried to push his face out of my mind, but I couldn’t. I kept thinking of him until I fell asleep. •••••••• I was woken up by the loud sound of my alarm. I dragged myself out of bed, ignoring the lingering ache in my chest. Pushing thoughts of Alpha Theo out of my mind, I went about my morning routine. After saying my prayers, I circled the date on the old calendar hanging on my wall. Two days left. Just two more days until my eighteenth birthday. Just two more days until I became a full adult and gained my wolf.

Anderson woke up at five in the morning even though he slept at two. The funny thing is, it's not Lana's memories that kept him awake. It was the memory of his eyes. Those blue orbs seem to suck him into the depths of the ocean. He couldn't shake the feeling like his eyes are hypnotizing him. And no matter how much he tried to forget about Kit Solomon, Anderson couldn't. "Is that him?" Anderson asked himself when he saw a guy walking on the shore. He decided to approach him. And he was right. It was Kit. "Hey," Anderson greeted Kit with a smile.

I asked. "Sorry... I have no information about your father. I was so distraught upon learning of your death that I wasn't able to visit Nirvana," he responded. "Hmm... Does that mean I became an adult instantly after awakening and was way older than everyone?" I asked. "Immortals don't age after awakening; though you are not entirely wrong, you are literally older than any mortals alive today," he answered. I was petrified to learn my actual age. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Technically, I am older than all the elders in this world.

" he said. And so I dragged my battered body back home. After what seemed like forever, I arrived at the front door, which I wouldn't open no matter what I tried. When the alarm blared loudly, Elise strutted over and opened the door, her head held high. She said, covering her mouth in a mockery of an apologetic expression, "Oh, it's you, Shana. I'm sorry. I couldn't remember the complicated passcode, so Harold changed it into something simpler." I nodded expressionlessly instead of breaking down like she'd wanted, so she pouted in disappointment. Harold, on the other hand, was satisfied with my reaction—he probably assumed that I'd taken his words to heart. He picked a fallen leaf from my ha

Aprils pov. I wake up with a huge smile on my face, and when I look at the alarm, I see that I woke up ten minutes before it rang. It must be the excitement. It's finally here—I'm finally eighteen! I get up from bed, Open my curtains, and the beautiful sunrise rays instantly fill the room, illuminating it with its golden glow, damn! I could stare at the sunrise all day. Are you more of a sunrise lover or a sunset lover?

I woke up early before the sun was even up. I just lay there staring at the ceiling and listening to the other Omegas breathing in the room. I did not move for a while. I just felt the weight of the day slowly coming down on me. Today was my birthday. I was twenty-three years old now. I told myself it was another day, nothing special.. Deep down, I felt something restless, something that made me think about what this day could mean.

Whenever drowsiness crept in, she would drive the sharp tip into her own thigh without hesitation. The agony jolted her awake instantly, cold sweat breaking across her forehead. Her thighs were now covered in wounds identical to the ones that had once marked mine. New scars layered over old ones, a horrifying sight. She believed that as long as she felt the pain I once endured—as long as she stayed awake—I would come back. "Cecelia, I'm not asleep. I'm awake. I've been awake the whole time." She muttered to the empty room. She opened the bottle of medicated oil, now half evaporated, and poured it over her festering wounds. The sting made her whole body tremble, but she smiled instead. "It wo

he had said to me, “it’s not far from you. Wake it Wake the sleeping wolf.” But what he said felt like a parable that needed to be broken down over and over again before I could understand it. But as my birthday was only in a matter of days, I went to my limits with whatever he told me to do. Yet, there was no result. If only this sleeping wolf — or whatever it was called — knew how much I wanted to start shifting before my birthday. When it was two days to my birthday, I heard a sudden growl in my stomach one morning as I woke up. I bubbled with excitement because Darian had told me that it was one of the signs that I’d notice when my wolf wakes up.