Wake Up In A Novel Novels & Stories

​Waking up in Malakai’s arms was a "no joke" reality check. The morning light filtered through the heavy velvet curtains, illuminating the tattoos on his back as he slept—a silent, lethal giant. For a moment, I felt safe. I felt like a Queen in a fortress. ​But in our world, peace is just a lull between the storms.

Light, blinding, white-hot, poured down from the moon like a waterfall. Genesis gasped, arms tightening around me. The world tilted. Spun. Darkness rushed in. —- I woke with a jolt. My bedroom. My bed. My ceiling fan spinning lazily overhead. The manuscript lay open on my chest. pages creased, ink smudged where my hand had rested. No tower. No moonlight. No Genesis. Just my alarm clock blinking 6:47 a.m. And silence. I sat up slowly. Tears came, quiet, unstoppable.

WINNY. I woke up with a slight headache and rolled over the bed to a concrete brick on my bed. My lazy ass jolted with energy, and my eyes flipped open as I navigated how I got on a bed and how I secured a man in the same bed. It took me a while to realise this wasn’t the White pack, but I was back in my room. Then I remembered how sick Alpha Sean had been when I came back. I rushed out to bed and shook his body in fear that he could be dead.

The disappointment and bitterness gnawed at me, wearing me down. Still, the moment he saw me injured, it didn't matter how he tried to hide it, the sheer panic and worry on his face were unmistakable. "Carlee, don't be scared! I'm here!" His voice, mixed with the pounding rain, filtered through the shattered window, sending a chill down my spine. The smell of gasoline inside the car was getting stronger, and I had no idea when it might explode. Moreover, with the flash flood raging down the mountain, who knew if it would sweep through the road at the base?

Xiao Yu woke up in the morning with slight pain all over her body. First, her mind went blank when she noticed the light in the room. Her eyes instinctively moved to the clock on the wall. It was nine o'clock in the morning. Her eyes opened wide in fear. It was Monday morning. She was supposed to be at work already. She reached for her alarm clock on the bedside table. She hadn't switched off the alarm. Why didn't she hear it? She wanted to get up, even though she knew clearly that she wouldn't make it to work on time.

I wake up in a bed that's not mine. That's my first thought. Before I open my eyes, before I remember anything—just that the sheets smell different. Like pine and something else. Something clean and sharp. Then everything comes rushing back. The rejection. The run. The rain. The wolves.

The incredibly loud sound of pacing in fact, the slow and steady pacing of predator on a wet stone surface slowly started to fill the emptiness death have left in its wake. With sound came scent, I could smell the damp stale air then feel it creasing the exposed skin of my arms, feel the cold seeping into my bones from the stone slab under me. It took some effort to open my eyes, I wasn't fully aware of myself. Everything seemed strange, foreign and uncomfortable. Like my skin wasn’t my own! Forcing my eyes open, I was confronted with snow, it hovered and floated in the darkness over my head. Beyond it though was not sky, but a ceiling of stone. No, this was not snow but dust. I could see it

he says, his tone bitter. Then he vanishes. I stay awake for a while, not sure if my terms were truly accepted. What if I go to sleep and never wake up? It's a ridiculous thought, but it ends up haunting me throughout the night. Still, just at the crack of dawn, sleep whisks me away. ... Hours later, I wake up to the feeling of someone shaking my shoulders gently at first, then with increasing urgency. "Rhy," Nova whispers, breathless. "Rhy, wake up...Rhy, please—"

morning after Pov: Winston I woke up late the next morning, a little confused for a moment. My eyes opened and I felt different. I looked around, carefully. I had woken up in a bed that wasn't mine and in a room I didn't recognize, dressed in clothes that weren't mine and a woman's hand was around me. Her body flushed close to mine, our sleeping bodies entangled into each other. And it all came coming back.

*Triggers in this chapter* 1 Week Later Violet Waking up, I rolled over not feeling anything on the bed. Taking a deep breath, I know that I am all alone. I lie on my back, taking in the time I have to myself. Staring at the ceiling, I heard the door open. Popping my head up, I saw a woman in a maids uniform come in. “Morning ma'am.” She smiles, walking in with a try of food. “Here is your breakfast.” She sets it on the bed over my lap.