Waking Up White Mga Nobela at Kwento

The applause and cheers from the audience were like thunder in his ears, both thrilling and bewildering. Then, as the reality of his victory sank in, Bless's face erupted into a radiant, gap-toothed grin that could light up the entire room. His dimples deepened, and his eyes sparkled with pure joy. His body seemed to tremble with excitement, and he couldn't contain his excitement any longer.

Vivi I woke slowly, my body warm and comfortable, nestled in a bed of... fur? I tried to pull up my blankets, but they seemed to resist, and a soft growl echoed near my ear. My eyes flew open, and I found myself surrounded by two massive wolves—one pure white, the other solid black.

I closed my eyes for a moment before I decided to take a bath. I dragged myself out of bed and stumbled over to the mirror, still half-asleep. As I stared at my reflection, something felt off. I blinked several times, trying to focus. My white hair strands—the ones that had always been there in small streaks—were longer. Much longer. And there were more patches of white spread throughout my hair, giving it an eerie contrast against the rest of my dark locks. I ran my fingers through it, confused. It wasn’t like this yesterday, was it?

Tempting me so late at night~ Just wait, I'll take good care of you tonight, my love! With that, she ended the call and crept back into the bedroom. I shut off my phone and lay still, feigning sleep. Jane did not seem to care about waking me, as she dug through the closet with abandon. I watched her face turn red as she slipped into a bunny costume, threw on a coat, and left. A wave of nausea hit me, and I rushed to the bathroom, gagging over the sink. Everywhere Jane touched felt tainted and sticky. Rage bubbled inside me, a constant roar in my head, urging me to confront and punish the cheating couple.

Maxton woke up in a flawlessly whitewashed cottage. The light was blinding at first, pure, unbroken white. Curtains, satins, linens, even the floor shimmered in ivory hues, so clean and surreal that it felt like he had woken inside a dream. Beyond the open window, he could hear the low sigh of the sea, waves folding endlessly upon themselves, filling the air with salt and calm. Everything smelled of summer, warmth, freedom, innocence. Though nothing about this moment was innocent.

Sometimes, when I got up to grab a glass of water in the middle of the night, I’d see the light still on under his study door. The chubby little guy’s sleep schedule was always on point. After a bit more chatting, he drifted off beside me. Normally, I’d fall asleep with him. But tonight, I had a milk tea from Mizilian during my online English class—and let me tell you, that stuff had more kick than coffee. I was wired and was still full of energy. Anyways, I didn't have to wake up early in the morning and squeeze into a subway train to go to work anymore. So I stayed up browsing SNS with a clear conscience.

I thought it was exhaustion. Then, the pain hit. It was sharp and sudden —like someone had taken a blade and twisted it deep in my gut. I gritted my teeth, forcing myself to stay still, but it got worse. The room blurred. My vision darkened at the edges. Then I felt nothing. When I woke up, the first thing I saw was white. White walls, white sheets, white fluorescent lights buzzing overhead. And then I heard a voice. “You’re awake.” I turned my head, wincing. A doctor stood by the bed, arms crossed, looking vaguely unimpressed.

Functional, forgettable, uniform. Not me. But that’s the point. Alarm: 7:00 a.m. The idea of waking up that early makes me scowl. I don’t do mornings. I work best in the dark—in silence, in shadows. That’s where I belong. I slide into bed, under white sheets, in a white room. We don’t dream. Not like humans. But we rest. And tomorrow, the real mission begins.

I woke up already tired. I hated how I felt. My mouth tasted awful. Bitter. I rolled onto my side and the room tilted slightly. I sat up too fast. The nausea hit immediately. It was hard and sharp, forcing itself through my throat. I barely made it out of bed before my knees hit the ground. And voices. Distant. Urgent. Someone kept saying my name while tapping me. When I came back to myself, the world was white. White ceiling. White lights. White sheets tucked too tight around my legs.

My eyes fluttered open and for a long moment, everything felt hazy, like I was waking from a dream that refused to let me go. The first thing that registered was the white walls. The white sheets beneath me. The air itself seemed to hum with a sterile calm that felt almost unreal.