Wake Up And Strands Novels & Stories

POV: ARABELLA ——— My phone vibrates against the mattress before my alarm goes off. Once. Then again. I don’t reach for it immediately. thinking it was one of those pointless notifications. Mornings have become strange lately. Not bad. Just… weighted. Like my thoughts wake up before I do, already halfway through conversations I haven’t finished having yet. I turn onto my side stare at the wall for a second longer than necessary. Then i finally grabbed my phone out of frustration from the buzzing sound, blinking my eyes open to take a glance at the screen, The name there sharpens my focus instantly.

Isla’s POV As the first rays of dawn gently filtered through the curtains, the melodic strains of "Take the World" by Johnny Swim filled the room, coaxing me out of the depths of sleep. With a groggy yawn, I slowly opened my eyes, blinking away the remnants of dreams as I adjusted to the soft, dimly lit ambiance. Rolling out of bed, I stretched languidly before padding over to the window, pulling back the curtains to reveal the world outside just beginning to stir.

Miranda's POV The shrill beeping of my alarm clock pulled me from the tendrils of sleep. Groaning softly, I reached over and silenced it, blinking at the illuminated display. 6:00 a.m. Like clockwork, my morning routine beckoned. I stretched languidly, savoring the satisfying pop of my joints before sitting up and reaching for the Stanley cup on my bedside table. The warm water slid down my throat, refreshing and grounding me. This ritual, mundane as it was, had become my solace—a moment of calm before the storm that each day inevitably brought.

"Working on it. Dane has already gone back to the bus." Dane was happy when he thought he saw a light coming opposite his position, he ran immediately but accidentally tripped on a wire that activated a string of wires tying his leg in a motion, dragging him upward with his right leg hanging in the air, he bumped his head in the tree and passed out, his bag slipped out of his hand.

Rosemary I woke up in a strange room, blinking against the soft morning light filtering through the curtains. For a moment, I wondered if I was still dreaming. Everything around me felt unfamiliar - the bed, the sheets, even the air. It all felt wrong. I sat up, rubbing my eyes, trying to shake off the fog in my mind. That’s when it hit me, a flood of memories from last night crashing over me like icy water.

Waking up in a stranger’s bed usually came with four things: hangover, regret, a headache, and the urge to leave before your name started to smell like stale perfume. This time it came with a bandaged shoulder as a bonus, the scent of bergamot, and enough silence to make a nun suspicious.

“I wonder how painful are these.” “I think you should not have said that.” Alpha Lachlan has already secured himself and the lady on his arms by moving away from the hair. And what he thought that the hairs could let him felt what it feels to get pricked by it has become a reality. At first it started pricking Beta Mellow one strand after another until the pricking continues with a fast pace. He could not move and defend himself. Alpha Lachlan could not help and save him either. “Bullshit!” Beta Mellow shrieked. His skin is starting to bleed and the hairstrands are pricking him, non-stop. He called his Alpha but his vision caught another group of hairstrands approaching them. His heart momen

Ashley’s POV The sunlight filtering through the sheer linen curtains of my bedroom was too bright. It stabbed at my eyes, forcing me to drag myself out of the heavy, drug-like sleep that usually followed a night of high-adrenaline peaks. I stared at the ceiling, a pristine, coffered expanse of white and waited for the realization to dissolve. I waited for the memory of Julian’s icy blue eyes and his predatory job offer to fade into the fog of a champagne-induced nightmare.

Behind her, a werewolf stood close, focused on washing her hair. The caption read: [Alpha Leon says my hand is injured, so I can’t touch water. He’s helping me wash my hair and bathe. Why do I feel a little shy…] I flexed my bandaged hand. Turning back, I took one last look at the house I had shared with Leon for five years. At that moment, a message from him came through. [Something came up. I can’t make it back. Tomorrow’s marking is canceled.] I told myself it was fine. It wasn’t like I had invited any reporters, anyway.

I picked up the pen and wrote my name on the signature line. My handwriting was steady, without the slightest hesitation. Then, I opened my email and sent the agreement to Liam. The subject line contained only one sentence: "As you wish, we are dissolving our bond." I clicked send. I leaned back in my chair and let out a long breath. Outside the window, sunlight streamed in. A new day had begun. And I, finally, was free.