Wake Up And Run Novels & Stories

" I sounded very dismissive, treating the matter as nothing more than an unreasonable child throwing a tantrum. Zachary remained silent for a beat before he opened his briefcase and pulled out a document. "I was told to present this to you by Mr. Quinn if you were skeptical about the whole thing, Ms. Fowler." It wasn't a divorce agreement. Instead, it was a printed copy of an official announcement. Zachary continued, "In accordance with Mr. Quinn's instructions, his capital company and its subsidiaries released this announcement through official channels at exactly 10:00 am today.

His eyes snapped open—pitch black, dead-focused, ready to snap a neck. "It's me!" I gasped, my heart slamming violently against my ribs. "It's just me!" Cassius blinked, the hyper-vigilant haze of a combat warlord clearing from his features. He released my wrist, his chest heaving as he sat up and rubbed his face with both hands. "I told you to wake me, not touch me." "I finished the ledgers," I said quickly, stepping back toward the desk and picking up the fresh pages. "All five of them. Can I go back to my room now?"

I whispered into the howling wind, the words a silent, iron-clad vow that the Mediterranean would hear. ​I reached into my tactical belt and pulled out a small, high-frequency signal jammer that Malakai had kept tucked in his Alpine survival kit. I clicked the toggle on. Downstairs, in the security hub, the high-definition monitors would start to flicker with static. The "cleaners" and the Vane loyalists would think it was just a localized glitch caused by the salt air or the humidity of the coast, but it gave me a precious three-minute window of invisibility.

I woke at five forty-three AM to ninety-one percent and the sound of the ocean. The ninety-one was there when I opened my eyes — the system's morning notification floating at the left edge of my vision, the daily confirmation that I was still alive and still insufficiently canonical. I'd come to think of it as an alarm clock. I'd also come to rely on it in the specific way you rely on things you don't entirely trust but have no better alternative to.

By instinct my body naturally wakes up at 5:00 AM, but I just lay in bed for another Twenty minutes because I have no royal duties to tend to just yet so I can afford to lounge for a bit. I slide out of bed and check my phone, it's now 5:35 AM I stretch and head to the bathroom to relieve myself and brush my teeth, I think I'll go for a quick run before the pack rises then shower before the other Alphas get here for the meeting, I haul on a vest and running pants as well as my slippers and make my way down the stairs, this descend will be my cardio warm up before my run.

"Women have to get married eventually. Not everyone has the brains for business, you know?" I couldn't help but laugh—though it was more out of frustration. "Yes. I went bankrupt. But you all have money, right?" As soon as I said that, Abby's face turned pale. She exploded, "Money? We don't have any money left. Don't you know your creditors came looking for you? They've been hounding us." I gave her a wry smile. "Oh, really? Well, that must be a burden for you." The latest Torbes rankings were released yesterday, and my company—specializing in AI and aerospace—had climbed to the top. What was once a small startup was now the number one.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN: Venturing Out Patrick awoke suddenly, his head snapping up. There was no moment of blissful disorientation when he thought he was in his bed in the dorm, his biggest worry being that he might be late for class. He knew instantly where he was and how dire his circumstances were.

Ariana jerked up even before the sound of the alarm. She had programmed her brain last night to wake her up by 4am so she could go for a run. She slipped into her sports clothes and headed out. When she got out, she placed her earpiece in her ear and listened to her music as she jogged to the rhythm. She was engrossed in the music that she didn't notice a figure in front of her. Okay, maybe she noticed but decided to ignore it. She kept jogging and with each steps, the figure got closer, until...

Kira I woke up to the sound of loud bells piercing through the peaceful silence of the room. With a loud groan, I rubbed my eyes, shaking off the drowsy fog in my head and savoring the comforting feel of the soft bed beneath me. As usual, my joy was short-lived. The bell pierced the silence, signaling the start of the pack run my mom had told me about the night before. I collapsed on the bed, dreading the thought of facing the higher-ranked werewolves during the run. "Do I have to go? You know I hate running," I complained.

### Knock knock "Remus, Bella, wake up!" Knock knock "Hey it's nine in the morning! Wake up lovebirds!” Sandro kept shouting and banging on his friend's door, with him stood Rene who had only been staring at Sandro in horror. It was still early, and this man was already making a fuss. Tok… Tok “Shouldn't we wait until they really are awake? This seems impolite?” Rene said. "Too long, I don't want to stay here too long. I want this to be over quickly."