Romans & histoires Wake Up In A Novel

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.

He'd witnessed the pain and suffering I went through, but he ended up getting involved with Elise anyway, to the extent of agreeing to humiliate me on the day of our wedding. Now that I wasn't in the way, they should've already gotten married by now. Meanwhile, my plane landed, and my journey toward a new life—which would also be my salvation—began. My destination was a small village in the mountains. As it was quite secluded, the village chief sent someone to pick me up from the airport. He took my suitcase from me enthusiastically, saying, "We're a long way from the village, so you should rest in the car if you're tired."

Blood Awakening Chapter 14: Sweet spot Morning came in just a snap of fingers. Maridelle woke up with a pair of warm arms around her waist. She checked who it was just to find Lachlan cuddling her. Immediately, she checked if he got some clothes on. Maridelle cannot bear the thought of him sleeping beside her naked. For a moment, hot blood pooled on her cheeks. Slowly, with courage, she took peek under the blanket. It's a relief to see that he is wearing clothes. The landlady must have left it outside their room for him.

Anna The experience of awakening in an unfamiliar place can be quite terrifying. For me, it was a filthy and malodorous room. As I looked around, I noted the old mattress on which I lay. I tried to sit up, but a sharp pain in my head caused me to halt my motion. Reaching for my head, I discovered a small bump. Grimacing with pain, I endeavored to recollect what had happened to me. As I struggled to summon my memories, the door to my cell swung open, and a rugged-looking man entered. "At last, Sleeping Beauty has awoken," he quipped.

(NFTMB) Chapter 52 Victoria (Man Down) I blinked twice to fully grasp the surroundings I was in and to fully ascertain the surprising fact that I was still alive. I made it through. It wasn't one of those cliche or stereotypical days where someone wakes up to sunlight flooding the bedroom and stuff like that. No. This was Alessandro's bed I woke up in and inside his room was where I was. He must definitely hate the light since his room was blackened out to such a shocking extent.

Chapter 40: A New Dawn The first thing Caden noticed when he woke was the warmth of the sunlight spilling through the thick curtains, casting soft golden rays across the room. It felt like a strange comfort after the cold darkness that had gripped him for so long. His body was still heavy with fatigue, his muscles aching, but there was a new kind of peace surrounding him. The panic, the fear, the doubt that had plagued him in his final moments—before everything had gone black—were gone.

"I'm the ink in your veins, remember?" He pushed me. I fell backward, through the golden floor, through the grey sky, and back toward the blue light of the warehouse. The last thing I saw was Rowan sitting at a desk made of light, picking up a silver pen. He looked at the "Page" of the world and he began to write. ***"Chapter 62: The Day the Lights Stayed On."*** --- ### The Awakening I woke up with a gasp. The air was cold. It smelled of antiseptic and dust.

I remember the rain. Loud. Relentless. Like it was trying to erase something. Or someone. I remember laughing. I remember headlights. Then— Nothing. --- When I wake, everything is white. White ceiling. White sheets. White noise humming from machines I don’t recognize. My head feels split open. Stitched back together wrong. There’s something in my hand. Warm. Heavy. Familiar. I turn my head. And see him. Asleep in the chair beside my bed.

Soon enough, I'll wake up and find myself in my bed, throat raw and covered in sweat. Except, I know it to be a lie. The blisters on my feet and the raw terror in every beat of my heartknows it to be untrue. I take several turns agai, but not once does he take the bait like last time. He doesn’t stop, He doesn't slow.

~Winter~ Alone in bed, I awoke with a jolt, momentarily disoriented by the unfamiliar surroundings of the alphas' duplex. Panic set in until the realisation dawned on me. I scanned the room, seeking Noah, but the space next to me was vacant and chilled, indicating he had either left hours ago or never occupied that bed. Glancing at the clock, which read five in the morning, memories of the previous night flooded my mind, and the consequences of my actions with Noah became painfully clear—I had made a regrettable mistake.