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.

"The kid’s code was encrypted through a three-layer dead-man switch," Malakai Reed muttered, slamming a heavily modified satellite tablet onto the polished mahogany desk. "If his pulse stops, the server blocks wipe everything. We lose the Swiss accounts, the shipping manifests, the entire digital vault of the Ashford estate."

I wanted to tear him apart, and I wanted him to hold me until the world ended. ​"The markers are activating, Leona," Malakai said softly, the anger replaced by a soul-crushing urgency. "That’s what the text meant. 'Welcome back to the grid.' When Kai used his 'Beast Mode' at the lodge—when his adrenaline hit a certain threshold—it triggered the sequence. He’s starting to 'broadcast.' That’s how they found us in London so fast. He’s a lighthouse in the dark now." ​I looked back toward the direction of our Soho safehouse, my heart cold. "We have to stop it. There has to be a way to deactivate it."

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.

But I can't, everything I close my eyes, they are there, always lurking, always staring. I pick up my phone and check the time. It's a little past 7 am. I'm stunned. Four hours of sleep? Now that's a record. I start thinking about how my sleep routine has been this past year and how crazy it has been. I mean, technically, based on how inconsistent it has been, I should have dropped dead from exhaustion long ago, Maybe I'm super human or something. I laugh ruefully, "That's just crazy," I say out loud to myself. My mind still doesn't settle, so I decide to run. Meditation might have been a great option for another person, but I hate how much it makes my mind quiet.

"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.

Sofia Wake up! Or you'll be at your doomed. .. once again.

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.