Wake Up And Strands Novels & Stories

Lyra I woke up the sound of my phone beeping. I lazily turned to the other side, got it and saw it was the alarm I set for an hour ago. I wanted to get up early and do some meditation but I must have snoozed it half asleep. I had a long night and it was all thanks to Zane.

★。＼｜／。★ VANESSA DAVIS ★。／｜＼。★ The next morning, I woke up before my alarm—before the sun even rose over Manhattan’s jagged skyline. The city hadn’t stretched its arms yet, but I was wide awake, eyes open to the soft blue tint of morning crawling through the window. This isn’t the normal time I’d wake up. But I’d been on colton’s farm for months, it changed my sleeping schedule. Who gets up at five am, anyways?

Betsy The next morning I woke up feeling strangely light, almost weightless. I stretched lazily across the bed, muscles loosening, and wondered how long I’d actually slept. Rolling onto my side, I grabbed my phone from the nightstand to check the time. My eyes widened. Past ten. I bolted upright. I had nothing planned today, but sleeping this late wasn’t like me at all. Then the notifications caught my eye. I opened the group chat, messages from the others, one after another:

I thought that I was strong a while ago, but it seems like I was just overreacting. Dang. 'No no no noooo, they will catch up to me, shit!' Why did I even come into this situation in the first place!? What the fuckin hell!! . . . A sudden jolt of horror suddenly ran up my skin as I jolted awake, sitting on my bed from my deep slumber. I can never deny how worried I felt after seeing such a sight. “What was that for?” I mumbled, slightly ruining the style of my hair. Surely, there was bed hair on it. But even so, it didn’t let me be bothered.

I could see Ian standing where he was from the rearview mirror, looking like a statue that had been abandoned by the world. That night, I had a nightmare. I dreamt of the day my sister passed away. I was kneeling by her stone-cold body while crying my heart out, with Ian and Lucy standing nearby and staring coldly at me. I jerked awake from the dream, drenched in cold sweat.

Savannah I woke up to the sound of my phone buzzing somewhere beside me. The morning light was barely breaking through the curtains, and for a second, I thought it was my alarm. But when I reached for it and saw the notification flash across the screen, the drowsiness vanished, and I woke up almost instantly. It was an unknown number, but something about that already didn’t sit right. I blinked a few times, rubbed my eyes, and opened the message, trying hard to keep myself composed. It wasn’t long, just one line, but it was enough to make my stomach twist.

Memories of the previous night began to resurface, hazy and fragmented. I lay still, my mind fogy as fragments of the previous night gradually coalesced. Memories resurfaced in fits and starts: the gut-wrenching news at work, the numbing drinks at the club, and then... him. The stranger. My thoughts sharpened, and with a jolt of clarity, reality hit: I'd awakened in a stranger's bed, the consequence of a drunken, reckless night. I felt a little shame wash over me, followed by a self-directed curse: Damn it!

Gordon woke up groggy, the room was dark around him. His senses start coming to him. He sighed a deep, sleepy breath and stretched, feeling his muscles return to life, sloughing off the peaceful slumber of the night and coming back to the conscious world. As he stretch, he become aware for the first time, that he is not alone in bed, waking up with a presence next to him Warm. Soft. Feminine.

Sunlight, seeping through the blinds, slowly crawls along the wall, gradually dispelling the semi-darkness of the room. Stripes of light illuminate Conrod's face, and he begins to squint, instinctively trying to bring back the darkness. After several futile attempts to get rid of discomfort, he still wakes up and opens his eyes. The light immediately blinds him, until then the relaxed pupils instantly shrink into a point. He grumbles indignantly, rolling over to the other side. Conrod didn't plan to get up so early on his day off. But the sun had a different opinion on this matter. Discontentedly wrapping himself in a blanket, Conrod howled softly and for a long time. The sounds did not stop

Liam woke up early the next morning with a renewed sense of purpose. He had a restless night, thinking about the plan to bring an end to the war and how he could convince the Alpha to listen to them. He got out of bed, stretching his muscles and taking deep breaths to clear his head. He went to the bathroom, splashed some water on his face, brushed his teeth, and combed his hair.