Wake Up In A Novel Novels & Stories

Chapter 2 There are days when you know you wake up in a bed that you know is yours .Waking up in a room that you're unfamiliar with can be somewhat a shock to the system . My body was starting to switch on from being in sleep mode , something felt odd, and by that I mean I was

The Ring and the Rules of Engagement Mimi woke slowly, not to the sound of her alarm, but to the blinding sunlight slicing through the penthouse windows. The air was charged, humming with the aftershock of the previous day's press conference and the raw, desperate kiss that had sealed their fate.

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.

Emily’s POV — The Morning After I didn’t wake up gently. There was no hazy drift from dream to reality, no soft stretch beneath warm blankets or peaceful blink into the morning light. I woke up like my body suddenly remembered something my mind hadn’t caught up to yet — every nerve jolting awake at once, my heart pounding before I even fully opened my eyes. For a split second, everything felt suspended. The room was quiet except for the faint hum of the ceiling fan and the distant ticking of a hallway clock.

The next morning, Elara woke to the relentless screech of her alarm clock. Its beeping blared through the silence of the room, dragging her from a dreamless sleep into a heavy, reluctant awareness. She blindly reached out and slammed her hand down on the device, silencing it with a groan. Her limbs ached with exhaustion, and her eyes burned with the weight of another sleepless night. For a fleeting moment, she considered turning off the day completely—pulling the covers over her head and drifting back into unconsciousness. But reality hit her before she could even shut her eyes again. The memory of last night surged into her mind like a tide swallowing the shore. Her heart raced at the thoug

She was discovered in a deadly state eighteen years ago, her body covered in blood as if she had been attacked. Even after her life was no longer in danger, the girl never awoke, but no one gave up hope because they believed she would. Her life crystal was still shining brightly, indicating that she still had life in her. She was probably fighting a psychological battle, and when she was done, she would wake up. Every day, the woman will be wiped clean as if she were sleeping. Her mother was currently reading a book to her, something she does on a daily basis, when the woman screamed as she opened her eyes.

When she woke again, she was lying on a hospital bed. The damning images from the black box surged back into her mind. She yanked out her IV needle in a blind frenzy. A nurse, catching sight of her wild struggle, quickly restrained her, shouting for a doctor to sedate her. "I want to see Kurt…" … I was at home, recovering, when my phone wouldn't stop ringing. My mother, finally unable to bear the noise, urged me softly. "Who keeps calling? Could it be something urgent?" I glanced at the glowing screen. That number—I could recognize it with my eyes closed.

For a whole month, all I did was attend meetings, sign documents, and have business negotiations. Elwood called me from other numbers, but whenever I saw a call from Sommerset, I rejected them. One day, after I finished work and went home, it was already late at night. Right after my tall and built assistant brought me out of the car and put me on my wheelchair, someone grabbed my arm and asked angrily, “Who’s this man, Morgan?” I looked over and saw Elwood. His hair was a mess, and his eyes were bloodshot. He looked really haggard.

Chapter 46 Ashley’s POV I woke up to a faint, delicious aroma drifting through the crack of the guest room door, cutting straight through the heavy, suffocating fog of sleep. For a fleeting second, confusion washed over me. I wasn't in that cold, sterile bedroom where I used to wake up with a knot of dread tightening in my stomach. I was in Syer’s house.

(JASMIN) My vision reeled when I woke up… My headache was budding and I felt like having a cold… The mattress beneath me was so soft that I rolled myself back and forth. Wait. A bed? Did I sleep? I was in an unfamiliar suite with a little window. My body shot up instantly and remembered what has happened earlier. And he was there, sitting at the corner of the bed. “Thank god you’re awake,” he closed the book he was reading.