Wake Up And Strands Novels & Stories

Alina “We’re here.” Kendrick’s deep voice woke me up oh-so-rudely from my power nap. Seriously, it was the second time today! When Erick informed us that we would have to wake up early to get to the venue, I thought early like six o’clock in the morning or maybe five... but not as early as three fucking am in the bloody morning!

The next morning, I set my own alarm. I’m not sure if the previous morning’s late wake-up call had been on purpose or not, but I know I don’t want to be late again. Ezra isn’t concerned about my welfare as long as I’m still breathing, but my stomach would beg to differ. Even now, as I quickly shut my phone’s blaring alarm off and hurry to get dressed, it grumbles at me to move faster. By the time I’ve braided my hair and tugged on some leggings and a sweatshirt, I’m practically starving.

He trashed everything he'd ever given her in a fit of rage—including that tie worth ten times the cufflinks, left abandoned in the snow. None of it had anything to do with me anymore. A month later, my first short documentary from Ilyseland went live. The footage showed snowfields, glaciers, the Northern Lights—and for the first time, me in front of the camera, smiling as I introduced myself. "I'm Ethan Duggan. Right now, I'm in Ilyseland." On the day the video posted, Olivia sent me one last message. [Ethan, you have a beautiful smile. I just never noticed it before.]

Crack! A bolt of lightning suddenly split the night sky in half. The pale white light flashed across my blurred vision, illuminating the Apple Watch that had just been exposed beneath my torn sleeve. In the flickering darkness, I couldn’t see his face clearly—only a massive shadow collapsing over me, accompanied by a ravenous, cackling laugh. A razor-sharp current of cold air sliced through the wind toward me. Before I could even register it, my wrist was seized by a rough, filthy hand and yanked violently.

Whenever drowsiness crept in, she would drive the sharp tip into her own thigh without hesitation. The agony jolted her awake instantly, cold sweat breaking across her forehead. Her thighs were now covered in wounds identical to the ones that had once marked mine. New scars layered over old ones, a horrifying sight. She believed that as long as she felt the pain I once endured—as long as she stayed awake—I would come back. "Cecelia, I'm not asleep. I'm awake. I've been awake the whole time." She muttered to the empty room. She opened the bottle of medicated oil, now half evaporated, and poured it over her festering wounds. The sting made her whole body tremble, but she smiled instead. "It wo

Now everything was changing. Tristan’s POV Sunlight poured through my window, rudely awakening me before I wanted to leave the safe space of my dreams. My head pounded, and the smell of alcohol assaulted my nostrils. Last night had been epic, precisely what I needed to help me forget the crap I was dealing with. “Ugh, shut the curtains”, a voice that was not mine said. I whipped up so fast the room span. Who the heck was in my room? Looking to my right, I could see a female form facing away from me, long white hair rolling down her back. And she was naked!

she added. Ruth fetched her phone from her bag, sat down on the chair provided and started watching a movie on her phone. At Aiden's in the morning, at 6 a.m., Amanda woke up to the message sent to her by Alice. She frowned immediately remembering they didn't have the whole house to themselves. She got out of bed, grabbed her morning coat and headed for Alice's room. Her movement woke Marcus up who only saw the door closed and Amanda nowhere to be found. He got out of bed and also exited the room wearing just his boxer shorts and a morning robe which was open at the front.

“Selena, your beauty is captivating. Your colors are so beautiful, but unfortunately, your value is only like that. You will always be the unique moon in my heart.” 2 Louis woke up in bed, his whole body drenched in sweat, as if he had been dreaming a very monstrous dream. In his dream he found himself lost in a torrential downpour, the rain was pouring down and everyone could not see him. He kept walking and going until he came to a small house, in that house, the surrounding space was dark and he couldn't see anything. “Run Louis, don't look back, listen to your mother and get out of here. I will protect you…”

~Solange~ I woke up at 5:17 a.m. sharp because my phone buzzed once under the pillow and Soso immediately started her usual crap in my head like hey genius the heat is back and it’s worse than last night so get your ass out of this bunk before you do something dumb like roll over and sniff the air too hard and wake up one of those three idiots who have no clue what’s really going on with you.

“Darling, let’s go home.” The soft rays of dawn filter through the curtains, casting a gentle glow over the room. As consciousness slowly seeps into my senses, the first thing I notice is the sweet scent of strawberries lingering in the air. A smile tugs at my lips even before I fully open my eyes. The familiar fragrance is an intoxicating reminder that I am not alone.