Wake Up To Reality × Novels & Stories

I vaguely felt someone rubbing the bruising on my right hand while I was half-conscious. "What do you mean he got into a car accident, and that three critical-condition notices were issued? Is this a lingering effect? It seems like the wound on the abdomen is slightly infected. "I'll head out for a while. Have the nurse hurry with the anti-inflammatories and change the dressing. Go turn up the AC and get the IV heater in here." I pried my eyes open with effort, meeting a gaze full of worry. "D-Delilah?" Delilah replied, "I'm right here, so just go back to sleep, Tristan. You'll feel better once you've rested."

*Don't be late* “Fuck!“ He hurried down the bed, sliding his feet into a pair of flip-flops. He glanced at the clock. “Dammit!“ He was late. His hurried pace to the bathroom slowed at the scent that filled his nostrils. Strawberry. Arthur clenched his fist in fury, turning around. His jawline twitched at his effort to keep his fury in check. The logical reaction would be to shred her into pieces. But he dreaded the scandal that would follow after. “I know you're awake. Get up and get out.“ He rasped, pointing at the exit. “Come on, Arthur. Let me sleep some more.“ Ursula smiled sleepily, sitting up. The duvet had rolled down to her waist region. Firm, round boobs were insights. “You should g

“There’s nothing to explain. You’re the one who wrote the letter of forgiveness, and you’re the one who had the doctor give me the wrong medicine. You’re the reason Verde got to do all of it to me. We don’t have any misunderstandings between us that need to be resolved. “You can now be together, so why are you here? Is it because you found out that I’m the real heiress of the Sala family and Sala Corporation, so you want me back?” My mocking words made his face turn even paler, and he denied it fervently. “That’s not true, Morgan. I swear, that’s not what I am thinking. I just want to apologize to you and make up for all the stupid and horrible things I did. “I’m sorry. I only realized how b

My CEO husband, Martin Gentry, finds out I volunteered to donate some of my brainstem tissue to wake Evelyn Stout, the woman he's never gotten over. He finally leaves the monastery where he's spent the past seven years praying for her. For the first time, he comes to see me at the office and asks what I want in return. Everyone assumes I'll use the opportunity to ask him for a baby and secure my place as his wife. Instead, I hand him divorce papers. Everyone thinks I'm just playing hard to get. Martin's expression turns cold. He removes me from every position I hold at the company. Then he promotes Evelyn, gives her a raise, and tells me to think long and hard about what I've done. What

It was only few seconds later when I realized I could breathe and I’m in my bed. I just woke up from the worst, and most realistic nightmare I had.

Whenever drowsiness crept in, she would drive the sharp tip into her own thigh without hesitation. The agony jolted her awake instantly, cold sweat breaking across her forehead. Her thighs were now covered in wounds identical to the ones that had once marked mine. New scars layered over old ones, a horrifying sight. She believed that as long as she felt the pain I once endured—as long as she stayed awake—I would come back. "Cecelia, I'm not asleep. I'm awake. I've been awake the whole time." She muttered to the empty room. She opened the bottle of medicated oil, now half evaporated, and poured it over her festering wounds. The sting made her whole body tremble, but she smiled instead. "It wo

When winter break arrived, Margaret wouldn't stop calling. She kept urging me to come home for the holidays. The Carters had raised me, and I couldn't be too heartless. After much deliberation, I still bought a train ticket and returned to Montevale with bags full of gifts. The moment I stepped through the Carter residence's front door, a sharp, angry voice rang out. "Jessica, what is your problem? Don't forget, you're my wife now." Hearing that, I was stunned. I saw Marcus sitting there, yelling at Jessica. Her face was pale, but she didn't dare argue.

When he stood in front of him, he spoke in a hoarse voice, "Hailey… Is it really you?" That was when I smiled and reached out my hand, "I think you've got the wrong person, Signorino Ian. My name is Willow Linetti, and I'm in charge of Wilco Real Estate." Ian shook my head. His hand felt cold, and it was trembling as he stared right into my eyes, trying to find any sign of me lying, "You're really not Hailey Salvatore?" "You really do like to kid around." I pulled my hand away from his.

Or better, humans never understand promises, even when you’re a part human and a part animal. I woke up to sunlight falling on my face and I turned around to grab my phone but then I realized it wasn’t my room. My eyes jerked open when last night flashed in front of my eyes. The sharp pain I was feeling down there was enough to let me know whatever happened last night wasn’t just a dream. It was real. Every single bit of whatever I thought was my dream was real. I met Alpha King Theodore Black and we mated last night. My eyes widened in horror. I touched my chest, and I was naked. I swallowed harshly as reality hit me. I never returned home last night. Uncle will kill me! And Alpha….. Shit!

she added. Ruth fetched her phone from her bag, sat down on the chair provided and started watching a movie on her phone. At Aiden's in the morning, at 6 a.m., Amanda woke up to the message sent to her by Alice. She frowned immediately remembering they didn't have the whole house to themselves. She got out of bed, grabbed her morning coat and headed for Alice's room. Her movement woke Marcus up who only saw the door closed and Amanda nowhere to be found. He got out of bed and also exited the room wearing just his boxer shorts and a morning robe which was open at the front.