Wake Up In A Novel Novels & Stories

I went over a dozen other books before deciding it was time to rest my aching head before having dinner. "Please wake me up when dinner is ready, okay?" I pleaded with Mira. "Sure." With that, I dozed off with the last things on my mind being Dave's presence in the library and Knox's apology. "...ding ding ding…" The sound of metal hitting metal woke me up. I didn't know how long I had slept but I sure did sleep long enough to feel so new and alive. One problem though — I wasn't in my room. And… Dave—

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.

Glowing gold in the dark, fixed on me with an intensity that steals my breath. They're not human. And they're not alone. The last thing I remember is the crunch of leaves underfoot something stepping closer before the world tilts, and everything goes black. I wake up naked. The realization hits me slowly, like cold water seeping into my bones. My skin prickles under the weight of a thick wool blanket, rough against my bare thighs. The air smells like pine and woodsmoke, nothing like the stale dorm room I fell asleep in did I fall asleep?

Elaine’s POV Waking up in the middle of the night felt like being jolted from a deep, peaceful slumber by an unseen force. My eyes snapped open, and a strange urgency coursed through my veins, compelling me to get up. It wasn’t a gradual awakening; it was immediate and commanding. As if possessed, I found myself rising from the bed without a conscious thought, my body moving on autopilot. The soft glow of moonlight filtered through the window, casting eerie shadows across the room.

Zane The first thing that woke me up that morning was the shrill, piercing wail of the emergency alarm. The sound jolted me awake with a start, my heart pounding in my chest. I sat up in bed, my senses immediately on high alert. Something was terribly wrong.

Kyren My consciousness returned in fragments when the scent of coffee hit my nose, I blinked slowly. I heard sizzling and forced myself to wake up once again in an unfamiliar bed. For a moment, I allowed myself to drift in the space between sleep and waking, my body still heavy with satisfaction from the night before. My whole being needed that like I needed to drink water. It was crazy how one touch from a stranger made me forget all that I was mad about. Reality crashed back with brutal clarity as I shook my head.

# Hazel # I wake up in the morning after a deep, dreamless sleep, briefly unsure of where I am. I’m incredibly comfortable—cocooned in some warm, soft, but unfamiliar nest. It’s the sound of a shower running that’s woken me, I realize, and slowly I remember that I’m in Xavier’s bed. The thought jumpstarts my heart and I open my eyes to see that I’m alone. The shower is running and the bathroom door is open, which surprises me. I wonder if he always leaves the door open in the morning, and I’ve never noticed because I’m always asleep when he gets up. I’m starting to drift off again when the sound of the water stops abruptly and Xavier comes into the room. He’s wearing nothing but a white towe

Alternating pov: Dawn had barely touched the horizon when the pain woke me—sharp, rolling, electric. My whole body trembled, skin too tight, bones burning. I gasped and clutched the blankets, trying not to scream. The door flew open. “Sera.” Kade was already at my side, dropping to his knees. He must have been waiting. Watching. Ready. “It’s starting,” I breathed, voice shaking. “I know, baby. I’ve got you.” He swept me into his arms, holding me like I weighed nothing.

Something in my chest tightens as I watch him. Because this version of him… isn’t the one the rest of the world gets. And for a moment, I wonder if I’m supposed to either. He murmurs something under his breath, barely audible, the words slipping away before I can catch them. Then— The moment breaks. He wakes up. Only to fuck me again. -- I don't wake up to kisses. I wake to a blaring alarm. It cuts through everything, waking me up in the most horrible way. I groan, shoving a pillow over my head, trying to block out the sound.

My eyes drift closed. The darkness behind my lids is the same as the darkness in the cell. The same suffocating blackness that wraps around my chest and squeezes. I'm so tired. So impossibly, bone-deep tired. Just for a moment, I tell myself. Just a few minutes of sleep. Then I'll wake up. Then I'll keep fighting. Then, the door creaks. My eyes snap open. Footsteps. Light. Careful. Not Kai's heavy tread. Not the guards' careless shuffle. Someone else.