Wake Up And Strands Novels & Stories

and the rest of the mornings of my life. ROSALIA's POV : ----------------- I woke up feeling an intolerable pain in my head and the first thing I noticed was strawberries! Actually a ton of strawberries and jars of Nutella on the bedside table. What's wrong! The sweet fruity smell of strawberries soothed my hammering nerves a little bit. It was one of the rarest days that I was not getting up to being fucked. My escape plan fizzled out. I can't even execute a single thing properly. I recalled getting terribly drunk, stumbling on the roads and inside the aquarium shop but I can't remember a single thing after that. Did Kevin change my dress last night?

Amber cried out in pain, instantly drawing all of Jeremy's attention. He turned to me, his voice cold. "Are you satisfied now?" The entire household erupted into chaos as everyone rushed to support Amber, even urgently calling for a doctor. As they were leaving, Christine didn't forget to turn back and scream at me. "You cursed wretch!" I stood in place until my legs went numb before finally making my way to the maid's room. The exhaustion, both physical and emotional, crushed me completely. I collapsed onto the narrow single bed and fell into a deep sleep.

"If you don't want to live, then you can die too." To my surprise, that one strike had not only killed Tyler but also awakened Evelyn. But Edith had already stopped listening to Evelyn's words. She stared blankly ahead, like her soul had left her body. I followed her gaze. It was where Tyler had fallen. I sighed and left the hospital.

A piece of paper stating that Morgan was cutting ties with Cain appeared before his eyes. Tremors wrecked Elwood’s body, and the wooden box fell on the floor, as if it had burned him. It shattered, and another paper below the one saying that Morgan was cutting ties with Cain was revealed. A divorce agreement.

I start yawning and I get up off the chair and stand up and walk over towards my bed and I start pulling back the sheets and I climb in bed and get all relaxed and then I shut my eyes and I went to sleep. Next Morning... I woke up with my phone going off with the ringtone helping me to get up. “Move bitch, get out the way “By Ludacris and with Mystikal. I don’t know why I used the song for a wake-up call, so I used it. I woke up alright. I jerked in my dream and sat up in bed. I twisted my back toward my stand on my bed. I saw my cell phone there. I grabbed it and turned it off where it asked off or slept. After I did that, I jumped out of bed, and I started making my bed before I left for s

The fiery ball of light rising from the horizon, colored the sky in shades of orange and yellow. The piercing sound of the alarm clock brought Susanna back from the dead of sleep. She started to wriggle and stretch within her little cosy, warm, haven that is she calls her bed. As parts of her body were gradually turning on, she realised today was the day she starts her new job. She wakes up with a start and lifts reluctantly lifts her head off the pillow, squinting against the gossamer light flirting through the window.

Lyzza was jolted awake by something wet dripping on her shoulder. She groaned and pushed the offending object away. She heard a laugh but decided to bury her face deeper into the soft, fragrant pillow. The familiar scent of her favorite perfume wafted into her nostrils, and she greedily breathed it in. "Wake up, Strawberry. It's already ten," a voice said. She groaned again in protest. Who was this person disturbing her sleep? She was still sleepy, and it felt like her whole body got beat up.

Chapter 40: A New Dawn The first thing Caden noticed when he woke was the warmth of the sunlight spilling through the thick curtains, casting soft golden rays across the room. It felt like a strange comfort after the cold darkness that had gripped him for so long. His body was still heavy with fatigue, his muscles aching, but there was a new kind of peace surrounding him. The panic, the fear, the doubt that had plagued him in his final moments—before everything had gone black—were gone.

Chapter 103 – The Hidden Threads The first rays of dawn crept through the dusty windows, illuminating the household with a soft, deceptive calm. Though the morning appeared serene, the air was thick with tension and anticipation. Over the past weeks, Brenda’s schemes had escalated in both subtlety and audacity, and today promised to be a turning point—a day when the hidden threads of manipulation would weave a far more intricate web.

“Please give me further instructions. I need to know what their next move is.” The next morning, Cassandra woke up with a feeling of anxiety weighing on her chest. The morning sun barely lit the room, casting long shadows on the walls. Her phone vibrated, startling her. Seeing Antonio's name on the screen made her heart race. There was something strange, though she couldn’t pinpoint it. No more harsh words or sharp threats as before, just a brief message: “Come out. I’m picking you up.”