Wake Up And Strands Novels & Stories

Happy reading! 🖤 The Next Day. "Good morning, sleepy head," Said Darrell to Alyssa who just woke up. Darrell was dusting his boots and getting ready. Alyssa gives up a yawn and stretches up her hands weakly then said: "Good morning, gosh! I can't believe it's morning already," then she stands up and walks to a nearby Creek. "Yes, you sure do know how to sleep," Darrell said as he puts on his black boots.

He normally got back home early, what happened today? I still had to go through with my plan. I heard his footsteps as they got closer to the room. Laying back unto the bed, I struck a pose as I feigned sleep. One leg peeked out of the covers revealing a creamy thigh. The silk strap of my nightie slid down one shoulder, leaving it bare and inviting.

I crawled at the rope with bound my hands, fought against the burning in chest and when the black spots started to appear in my vision, I knew I had no more fight left. Vibrant reds, blush pinks with soft purple undertones and calm light blues all gathered together to bask in the sun's golden glory. The sheer beauty of it brought tears to my eyes, it was the most beautiful sun rise I'd ever seen. The glorious dawn that chased away the night's shadows. The last sunrise of my life. Not a bad view at all!

~LAYLA~ Morning comes too soon. I wake up sprawled on my bed with a heavy headache banging inside my head. The sheets are softly tangled around my body, and I let out a sleepy yawn. Fuck… My brain is still banging, but it kind of resets from sleep mode into full consciousness when I toss, and instantly, I remember everything that happened last night. Additionally, I hear a ping coming from inside the purse I took with me to Kira's party last night.

~A Walk Down Memory Lane~ The morning sunlight streamed through the windows, casting a warm glow across the polished floors of Andrés' bedroom. He stirred awake, his body feeling slightly more rested than usual. After a few moments, he got up, stretched, and moved toward the bathroom to get ready for the day.

Strands of long brown hair covered my face, tickling my nose as I tried to blow them away a few times before finally raising a hand to push them away, instantly squinting at the bright natural light that greeted me. "What the fuck is this shit? Somebody turn these goddamned lights off," I groggily mumbled under my breath, throwing my face back in the pillow to let out an exasperated scream for being woken up in such a crappy way before finally flipping on my back, my brows quickly furrowing upon noticing the unfamiliar ceiling first. What the fuck? I suddenly shot up into a sitting position as if the pillow had grown spikes, confusion clouding my mind before my gaze fell on the very naked ma

I stood up, yawned and stretched my muscles, delaying them into whatever they aimed to throw at me. Serena gave me an amused look, braiding Rena's hair. "Daddy, it's twelve in noon. Do you plan to wake up or not? And did you forget, bro is bringing his friend today?" Rena frowned. I couldn't help but roll my eyes at the little version of Serena. Who would have thought the result of our long love activity on our honeymoon in Malaysia, will result in this little missy? Not me surely. "Renz, your dad is a baby. How do you expect him to wake up early? And since he is intending to enter Guinness World Records, we must get used to him having a nap during working hours." Serena scoffed, her voice f

I wake up before the alarm. Five fifty three. The kind of waking that is not gradual, no drifting, no half consciousness, just eyes open and the immediate awareness that today is the day the podcast releases and forty thousand people already watched the preview clip and by the time London is fully awake, the number will be something else entirely. Rhys is asleep beside me.

I woke up the next day in the afternoon. My whole body ached as if I had been run over by a car. I couldn't remember how I had ended up at Evan's place, only that he had topped me like a beast, demanding more from me until I passed out from exhaustion. There were no clothes of mine in the room, so I had to grab an oversized T-shirt from the wardrobe. As I walked out of the bedroom and went downstairs, a sudden noise from the kitchen startled me.

Pain shoots up my spine but I ignore it, getting on my feet so I can stare at the person who shouldn't be on my bed. My scream was possibly a shriek because the white haired male stirs, sitting up slowly as the sheets on his body fall to his waist while he looks up and blinks at me. My first thought is, holy shit, he's beautiful when he wakes up. Like look at how his hair dangles around his eyes and his small eyes are even smaller! The second is- Why the fuck is he naked?! My door bursts open as Cream keep doing a stare down and it's Strawberry that walks in. His eyes are wide but you can tell he's really really pissed cause he sounds like he's growling when he speaks "What the fuck-"