Novel & Cerita Wake Up To Reality ×

Go to hell first. I wake up screaming as I am ripped back into reality. Why does this feel so real? Is this going to become my reality all over again? I really wish that Isabella was here.

Adrien: Wake uP Adrien: Wake uP Adrien: Wake uP Adrien: Wake uP Adrien: Wake uP Adrien: Bitch I told u to wake the fuck up. (￣^￣)ゞ I rubbed my eyes to see if I was dreaming, but I wasn't. Adrien is actually texting me, I think he might be on something. You: Bitch, the fuck u want?!🙃 can't u see I'm trying to sleep?! Or r u that fucking stupid🙃 Adrien: Yay!! U woke up( ^ω^ )

Out of the deep sleep. It takes effort. So much effort. But slowly, gradually, I start to surface. Back to the real world. Back to the chair by Ocean's bed. Back to reality.

She woke up gasping. Waking up didn’t break the dream. Because the truth was even more intense. She was awake. And it was real.

Kade I cant sleep sammy is agitated i cant get her out of my mind i just wanna go to her and be with her shes barely got a few words out before we were inturrupted but god is her voice so beautiful f*ck this `KNOCK` KNOCK wyatt opens the door just in his shorts `whats going on he says are you okay man` wyatt says `yeah im fine are you up to go walk around` i say `yeah sure whatever you need man`

I walked toward her, my reflection in the glass floor making it look like I was walking on water. ​"You didn't graduate me," I said, leaning down until we were eye-to-eye. "You underestimated me. You thought I would be a victim forever, but Malakai didn't just take me—he woke me up. And now that I’m awake, I realized that the only thing more dangerous than a man with a gun is a woman who has nothing left to lose."

the officer pressed. Dennis shook his head slowly, his voice raw and uneven. "She was calm. Everything seemed normal." At that moment, his assistant stepped forward, speaking in a low voice. "Mr. Malcolm, you should look at your wife's Instagram account." Dennis fumbled to unlock his phone, logging in hastily. The most recent post greeted him like a slap to the face. [Five years of dreaming. Time to wake up. The truth is yours to uncover. —Tracy.]

I didn't sleep. I pretended to. Even when Pierre had left the house early in the morning I was awake the whole time he was with me in my bed. I don't know if he had a nice sleep but I am sure as hell that I did not. Yes, my body was so freaking tired since we didn't stop till it was midnight and I was sore enough to be able to walk properly but every time I close my eyes to sleep, it only frustrates me. I couldn't sleep at all because what happened last night keeps on replaying in my mind and my conscience is killing the hell out of me.

He licked his lips and said in a hoarse croak, “Where am I? What’s going on?” At first, Sheila was too stunned to speak. She couldn’t have been more shocked had she seen a ghost or a unicorn or a single straight man in his forties that didn’t chase after girls half his age. Belinda rushed back into the room. “What’s wrong, girl? I heard you holler.” “He . . . he’s awake,” Sheila said, pointing toward the bed. Belinda didn’t scream but her normal poker face slipped and her mouth hung open like that of a broken Nutcracker. “Good Lord,” she said.

Winona woke up feeling far more rested than she should have after spending the previous day discovering a corpse, surviving a fire, and kissing a man who claimed to remember alternate timelines. For a few blissful seconds she lay in bed staring at the ceiling, pretending she was in a normal hotel on a normal writing retreat. Then reality returned and ruined everything. Her phone buzzed on the nightstand. AVA: Breakfast. Now. If this hotel plans to traumatize us again today, I'd like to experience it with pancakes.