Novel & Cerita Wake

Ace mumbled making me giggle. shaking my head at him I walk towards his room. "what movie do you have in mind?" I asked him softly "I don't know just pick anything I don't mind." Ace replied before walking towards his bed. nodding my head, I scrolled through N*****x before stopping at Warrior Nun. "is this ok?" I asked before looking at Ace. only to find him shirtless, his head titled up as he tried catching his breath. "Ace?, is everything ok?" I asked softly walking towards him.

Zane's POV The blaring sound of my phone’s alarm jarred me awake, the harsh light of the screen cutting through the remnants of sleep. My head pounded, a dull reminder of the whiskey from last night, and the weight of the previous evening's choices pressed down on me like a boulder. I groaned, rubbing my eyes as I reached for the phone, expecting another routine morning message. Instead, the notification that greeted me jolted me fully awake, banishing the last vestiges of sleep.

Wednesday, October 31st; 9pm I wake with a start. I jump out of the bed and sprint to the bathroom making it just in time to empty my stomach into the toilet. I stay kneeling in front of it, cursing the dizziness that comes from such a sudden movement and the migraine I’m certain is going to follow. ‘Kristoph.’ My wolf hisses in warning. ‘It can’t be.’ I whisper back as I start concentrating solely upon my hearing.

**************** I wake up to the sound of an alarm clock, I open my eyes to see that the shrilling noise is coming from the bedside clock that currently reads six pm, I stretch my hand and switch it off and then I sit up on the bed and rub my eyes. Fuck I don't even remember falling asleep, I guess that's what I get for being awake for days now, I guess my body is starting to feel it. I walk to the bathroom and wash my face to clear the sleep from my eyes and then I dry my face with a towel. I walk back to the room and I change my clothes and dress up in all black and then I strap up all my guns and knives. I pick up my phone

I pulled my phone out from under my pillow and lit up my screen. God, my body hurt so bad. I felt like I got hit by a truck. I didn't know how easily I'd be able to get down from my bed when I could barely even move my arm. I figured it would probably loosen up throughout the day like it did yesterday, but as of now, I felt absolutely terrible. Just then, before I could send anything, my phone lit up with a text from Jax: Mason: what's your plan for today? Well good morning to you too, I thought.

" 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

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Nick awoke, startled. He looked around and noticed he was on the floor. Then all the things that happened earlier started to flash back in his mind; the unknown pearl, the blood writing on his bedcover, the mirror, the dead body filled musty place, another blood writing on the mirror, then everything turned blank-no black!!! Extremely black!!! - "Oh crap! I zoned out like a sissy, a girl, a baby!!! What the heck happened here? Why did I fall into a trance?! " Nick asked no one in particular, totally confused. He looked around, his inspection was cut short when his eyes fell on his safe, on it lay to his horror, blood, splattered all over it and a rotten skull on the top of it! 'No! This is a

The sharp beep of a W******p notification dragged me out of sleep at exactly 6:30 in the morning. I groaned softly and buried my face deeper into my pillow. Absolutely not. Nobody should be awake this early on a Saturday. For almost thirty seconds I debated ignoring the message completely before anxiety slowly crept into my chest again.

Crack! A bolt of lightning suddenly split the night sky in half. The pale white light flashed across my blurred vision, illuminating the Apple Watch that had just been exposed beneath my torn sleeve. In the flickering darkness, I couldn’t see his face clearly—only a massive shadow collapsing over me, accompanied by a ravenous, cackling laugh. A razor-sharp current of cold air sliced through the wind toward me. Before I could even register it, my wrist was seized by a rough, filthy hand and yanked violently.