Wake Up And Run Novels & Stories

His hand brushed against me, but I gently moved it away. "You're tired. Just sleep," I muttered. ... I woke up early the next morning, picking out a casual T-shirt, a denim skirt, and white sneakers. I tied my hair into a bun and did my makeup. In the mirror, I looked like an energetic young girl with fair skin, a slender figure, and bright eyes. Derrick, on the other hand, was still recovering from a hangover. His eyes were bloodshot, with dark circles underneath. Luckily, his features were decent, and he wasn't that old. Once he put on the white T-shirt, knee-length denim shorts, and white sneakers I'd prepared for him, he looked livelier.

So, After a few minutes of struggling, I manage to unpeel myself from the bed and lazy walk my meat body to the shower. This is the literal feeling of hangover accumulation. I'd been curing my hangover with alcohol and now it's all catching up to me. I probably should call in sick today but my asshole of a boss would just drown if I'm not there to babysit him. So I push myself until I'm all dressed up and ready to go.

Autumn’s Pov I was awoken by a sudden light. I opened my eyes and found out that it was already night. How can there's light this bright in a night? I looked around and found out I wasn't at the dungeon anymore. Instead, I was at a wide grass field. I looked over the end of the horizon, there's nothing else except grasses. No city, no mountain, nothing!

Alarm sucks And I mean they suck. Why? Because they wake you up, especially when you don't want to be woken up. The loud, incessant wail of my alarm pierced through the silence, jolting me awake. The shrill sound echoed off the walls, sending waves of panic throughout my body. Its urgency demanded attention, sounding like a warning of impending danger. The blaring noise continued relentlessly, like a persistent presence that refused to be ignored. Its piercing intensity would not rest until its purpose was fulfilled.

The next morning… The alarm cut through the silence at 6:30am, harsh and unforgiving. My body begged for sleep, but I couldn’t afford to waste the morning. A quick run. That was my routine. The cold air bit at my skin as I laced up my sneakers, stepping outside to the quiet, empty streets. It helped clear my head—helped me focus. There was too much uncertainty swirling in my thoughts, and I needed to outrun it, even if just for a little while.

I wake up seeing the run rise out the window and take a moment to enjoy it before getting ready for the day. I walk over to the window and push it open, letting the cool morning breeze flow through the room. I pause for a moment to listen to the birds singing and the sound of the wind in the trees. This is my last chance to run to try and get away. Am I crazy for wanting to stay? This whole situation is insane after all. I am kidnapped not once but twice, then I find out werewolves are not only real but that I am mated to one? Any sane person would stop at nothing to get away. That makes me crazy, but I guess that's okay. After taking a shower, I throw on some clothes and make my way downsta

I continue to run. I jump awake, covered in sweat. I reach over to my nightstand and grab the glass of water I left sitting there when I came to bed. I down the whole glass before getting up and heading into the bathroom. I cut the water on cold and splash my face. I look toward the window. It's still dark outside. I head back into my bedroom and grab my phone a little after four in the morning. I decide to go ahead and get ready for the day. I put on my leggings and top and head downstairs. Finally, I make it to the kitchen and start my coffee. While it's getting ready, I find my runners at the door and slide them on my feet. I sit at the table and take a few sips of my coffee. The warm liq

Wake up. A familiar ghastly voice fills my mind What? My eyes search but only find darkness. Wake. Up. This time it's a lot more angry sounding. Who are you? I look around and yet again see nothing. You. The answer comes simply. Now... Wake. The. Fuck. Up! It feels like a jolt of electricity runs though my body and my eyes fly open. My heart is beating so fast I'm afraid I'm going to faint. The room is spinning and I'm filled with nausea.

CONRAD WILLIAM'S POV Two weeks ago. Before everything spun out of control. I woke up at my usual time—4:30 a.m. sharp. No alarm. My body doesn't need one anymore. It's trained, like everything else I let them mold in me. I put on my running shoes and stepped out into the cold. Jogging helps. The quiet streets. The rhythm. The illusion of control. For an hour, I let my mind shut down. Let my feet hit the pavement like clockwork.