Wake Up In A Novel Novels & Stories

______ With the dawn of another day came fresh hopes and dreams Mary woke up in a comfortable bed, naked, and rubbed her bleary eyes as the light of the new dawn crept into the room. “Where am I located? How did I find myself here?” She rubbed her head and dressed as he entered with a cup of coffee. “Ouch, my head's spinning right now,” she said. “At last, you are awake. You drank too much the night before. Thus, I took you in. “You pitiful liar from hell, you. You took advantage of me even though you knew I was intoxicated. Just how cruel can you get?” She swore at him and drove off before he could say anything.

LISA I woke up feeling refreshed as I'd never felt before. For a minute after I woke up, I was disconnected and lost because I didn't understand where I was. The white walls and interiors didn't feel familiar at all and I was immediately discombobulated before I remembered that I had slept over in Axel's house and I had woken up in his bed. I don't remember ever waking up in someone else's bed.

Unable to control himself he bend down and pecked her lips, letting his lips stay over hers for some time. He let go of her and starred at her with love visible in his eyes. He debated whether he should wake her up or not. She was sleeping without any care of the world and he didn't had the heart to wake her up but at the same time, he knew he had to wake her up since she must be waiting for him to come. Her letter was a clear proof of it. He slowly tapped on her cheek in a gentle manner to wake her up. "Thea, wake up." He ordered.

I checked the windows again, ensuring they were tightly locked before exiting her bedroom. I enter the kitchen in search of a refreshing drink. Unfortunately, the fridge only contains ice and water. I decided to take two ice cubes and put them in my mouth. Dammit. She's going to be my hell. I know that. *** Louise Rose . The shrill, piercing sound of the alarm clock jolted me awake. After the alarm went off, I felt like a zombie, devoid of control over my own body. And with my eyes shut, I managed to reach for it and turn it off. I yawned and stood with my eyes still shut.

Winter semester awaits, promising new beginnings and a chance to escape the relentless ghosts of my past. The piercing sound of my phone alarm breaks the silence of the morning, jolting me awake from a restless sleep. With a groggy hand, I reach over and fumble to silence the obnoxious noise. The room is dimly lit, casting long shadows on the walls. As the remnants of sleep fade away, a heavy realization settles in my chest—I need to leave before she wakes up. Reluctantly, I throw off the covers and slide out of bed, trying not to disturb the peacefulness that still lingers in the room. My movements are swift and purposeful as I hastily put on my clothes.

Nova I woke up exactly at 6:00 AM. No alarm clock needed; the cold, hard dread in my stomach did the job. I hadn't slept, not really. Every time I closed my eyes, I was back on that freezing dock, with the weight of Killian's hands on my face, the desperate pull of his mouth, and then the sound of Tanya's voice, clean and sharp, breaking everything.

I didn't want to see his face when I woke up later, because if I did, I had no idea what would happen. I lost track of time and eventually woke up because of the pounding in my head. It felt like someone was drilling into my skull, the pain was so sharp. Never drinking again, Elizabeth! Nothing had sunk in yet when I heard what sounded like the bedroom door opening, and I groaned in irritation. Why does Benny wake up so early? I'm still sleepy, come on! "What is it, Benny? It's so early, and you're already barging into my room! Don't you know how to—h-hey! What the hell!"

I surfed the internet and did some work online before I felt sleepy. I tried to fight back the sleep that had already taken more than half of me, but I couldn't, so I gave in to the sleep. I hadn’t even had a good sleep when I was woken by the sound of broken glass and gunshot. Naya woke up too. The noises were too loud for anyone not to notice that something was wrong. We checked on the balcony door, and it was open. There was also a bullet in the wall.

BOOK 3: CHAPTER 42 -ELAINE- I woke up slowly, and comfortably. For a few seconds, I didn’t remember where I was. The bed was too soft, the air too calm, and my body… well, it felt rested. Deeply rested in a way I hadn’t felt in weeks. Then, like a tidal wave crashing through my mind, my memory returned. The confrontation. His fingers pressed into the inside of my elbow. And then… blackness.

Like a picture rising from deep, dark water, details once blurred now sharpening around the edges. Conversations. Faces. Dim hotel rooms. Secret exchanges in smoky bars. A phone call I never should’ve answered. A deal I initiated. And then—Linderman. I shook it off. Reached for distractions. Rearranged throw pillows that didn’t need adjusting. Tilted a vase a few degrees to the left. Scrolled aimlessly through my phone. Eventually, I drifted into a shallow sleep right in the living room. When I woke, the room was dipped in gold, shadows stretching long across the walls. Evening had arrived faster than usual.