Wide Awake Novel Novels & Stories

She alighted at his house and went in without alerting anyone. “Dennis “ she called in the empty hall but no one responded. She proceeded to the bedroom and was shocked by what she saw. “WHAT!” she exclaimed with her eyes wide open. The two adulterous pair on my bed was awakened by her scream and got up. She would have never thought that her man will betray her with none other than her step-sister. And felt betrayed and left in anger

Gwen's POV: An almost surreal sense of relief dragged my consciousness out of the thick darkness of a long slumber. I bolted awake. The room was pitch black, save for the faint streetlight filtering through the gaps in the window. The fever that had scorched my veins last night had vanished without a trace. My chest rose and fell with smooth, unobstructed breaths, my heart beating with a terrifyingly steady, rhythmic pulse. A surge of powerful vitality coursed through my entire body; not a single trace of the frail, sluggish exhaustion from my lifelong asthma remained.

CHAPTER 19: Their weakness. ALPHA REX. Sometimes, the memories of the past bite harsher when your eyes are open and the world around you isn’t bleary from a nightmare. ♣️♣️♣️ “He’s awake.” My eyelids were forced open by gloved fingers and bright light from something no smaller than a pen stung my eyes. It made me wince and struggle to have my eyes closed enough to get away from the bright light.

“Then we remind it. The human heart was the first resonance. Lumen only learned because we loved before we understood.” Raven reached out, touching the luminous air. “It’s beautiful,” she whispered. “And terrifying.” “Both,” Sophia agreed. “That’s how we know it’s real.” --- Moscow — The Awakening In the waking world, people stirred from sleep — not with confusion, but calm. Hospitals reported that coma patients had opened their eyes, whispering names of strangers across continents. Children drew pictures of cities they had never seen, perfectly detailed. A poet in Buenos Aires wrote an entire sonnet in a language that didn’t exist but somehow everyone who read it understood.

After sunrise, I felt very sleepy and went to sleep. "Basic werewolf has no discipline, is an adult but still always sleeps on the table." If I was asleep, it would be very difficult to wake up. But, don't worry, I will wake up when it's time for me to wake up at ten at night or nine at night. But, I will wake up prematurely if I dream about how the tragedy of my family massacre happened. After waking up, I just stay in the room and spend time alone with spelling books or magic books like spellings that humans rarely know about.

Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-Four: A Night of Reckoning Sofia woke to the gentle warmth of Aaron’s body beside her, his arm draped over her waist, holding her close even in sleep. The steady rhythm of his breathing was comforting, grounding her in a rare moment of peace. But the world outside wasn’t as peaceful. The events of the past weeks—the danger, betrayals, and secrets—crept back into her mind like a cold shadow.

Chapter 25 The room was quieter than a grave, but the silence cut deeper than any blade. My chest was a storm, and I hadn’t moved from my chair since the silver glow on her waist seared itself into my memory. The book lay open on my lap, its pages trembling with the twitch of my restless fingers. Three deaths. Three awakenings. The words clawed at me like a curse I couldn’t tear free from. “How are you awake, and how are you here?” The question slipped out, brittle, unsteady, half disbelief, half threat. My wolf should have been on edge, but instead, every coil of tension in me twisted into something dangerous, almost ecstatic.

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.

The incredibly loud sound of pacing in fact, the slow and steady pacing of predator on a wet stone surface slowly started to fill the emptiness death have left in its wake. With sound came scent, I could smell the damp stale air then feel it creasing the exposed skin of my arms, feel the cold seeping into my bones from the stone slab under me. It took some effort to open my eyes, I wasn't fully aware of myself. Everything seemed strange, foreign and uncomfortable. Like my skin wasn’t my own! Forcing my eyes open, I was confronted with snow, it hovered and floated in the darkness over my head. Beyond it though was not sky, but a ceiling of stone. No, this was not snow but dust. I could see it

When I opened my eyes again, I was in a hospital room. Fortunately, I had called the police. Both Edith and I were rescued. Evelyn's voice came. "Edith, you haven't eaten for a day. I've brought you food." I looked up and saw her cutting fruit into different shapes, trying to feed Edith. Edith was annoyed, but when she noticed that I was awake, she raised her eyebrows proudly and took a bite of the fruit.