Wide Awake Novel Novels & Stories

My hands moved and I touched something soft. Oops!! "Hmm! I like being woken up like this." An unrecognisable sleepy, breathy voice whispered in my ear. What??? Who the hell am I in bed with? This isn't Osagiede. The voice that spoke was a little deep and husky. Who the heck was I in bed with? And where on earth am I? I struggled to get up and was met with a tangle of legs. Suddenly, light filled my vision, momentarily blinding me. I put a hand across my eyes to shield it from the onslaught of the light. It seemed like someone was knocking my head with a hammer --- it was pounding.

With a sigh, she lets the mysterious stranger with blue eyes vanish. The light purple walls of her room come into focus when she rolls onto her side. Sera is still reminiscing about her dream. It's so hard for her to wake up sometimes. Maybe she could sleep forever. She finds herself wishing she could live in the other world, the one her subconscious has created. She's still contemplating this when her alarm clock blares to life behind her. Sighing to herself, she rolls over and out of beed to begin the routine that is her daily life.

My assistant also took advantage of the commotion to slip me a cup of warm water, signaling with her eyes for me to step out and get some air. I felt warmth spread through my heart. After Grandma and Mom passed away, they were the first to show me what family warmth truly felt like. Just as I turned down the corridor, a voice called out from behind me. "Dawn!" The voice was all too familiar. When I first arrived in Haldon, it haunted me like a demon, trapping me in the memories of my tragic death in my past life. However, hearing it now, it was no longer anything to me. It was just a man I had long since crushed beneath my feet.

" he said. And so I dragged my battered body back home. After what seemed like forever, I arrived at the front door, which I wouldn't open no matter what I tried. When the alarm blared loudly, Elise strutted over and opened the door, her head held high. She said, covering her mouth in a mockery of an apologetic expression, "Oh, it's you, Shana. I'm sorry. I couldn't remember the complicated passcode, so Harold changed it into something simpler." I nodded expressionlessly instead of breaking down like she'd wanted, so she pouted in disappointment. Harold, on the other hand, was satisfied with my reaction—he probably assumed that I'd taken his words to heart. He picked a fallen leaf from my ha

He made me feel safe. “What happened?” I ask in the darkness, still trying to make sense of the images flashing through my mind. “I will tell you all about it in the morning.” But I couldn’t go back to sleep, I was awake, my body feeling refreshed like I had had a full night's sleep. Turning in his arms, I look into his sleepy eyes, a half smile on his face and he gently kisses my lips, but he knows, he knows that I cannot go back to sleep. “Fancy a run?” he offers instead

I press my pillow over my face and cry until I finally pass out. When I wake up, everything is… wrong. The sheets are soft. Too soft. The air smells like snow and something faintly sweet. My bed is huge, covered in navy and silver. The walls are painted deep blue, with moons etched into the trim. I sit up slowly, my heart pounding. Where— I swing my legs over the side and stare at the unfamiliar room. Am I… dead? The door creaks open. A low, cold voice cuts through the silence.

He never left, not even for a minute, and for a moment… I allowed myself to believe that maybe, just maybe, life didn’t have to hurt so much. I shifted slightly and the movement stirred him. His arm tightened instinctively, pulling me closer until my back was flush against his chest. He nuzzled the crook of my neck, voice thick with sleep. “You’re awake.” his husky voice had my lower belly summersaulting in ways I knew wasn't normal. “go back to bed. Just because the world is awake doesn't mean we have to ask well.” “Barely,” I whispered. “Good.” He hummed, the sound rumbling pleasantly through my spine. “I like waking up first so I can watch you.”

It feels like only seconds, and I flutter my lashes open again. Nausea hits me hard, and the burning ache and throbbing pulse in my ankle, although far less intense, make me groan, flinch, and try to sit up. “Stay.” A warm, strong hand presses harshly to my forehead, pushing me back down ungracefully, like a soft slap of pressure, and I blink awake properly. Aware it's glowy and amber and weirdly warm now out here in the wilderness. I'm also lying down, comfortable, and not wet at all. Disoriented by the change of atmosphere and even light, and not sure where I am.

- KILLIAN - I close my novel and stretch my arms. This book ended nicely. It was no way romantic or filled with any sort of illusion of love, just a great story line with good action and gore. My type of thing. My gaze falls on the lady by my side. On a normal day, she’d be asleep but she’s not. It’s been hours if I’m not mistaken and she hasn’t moved an inch from her position on the bed, nor is she reading so why on earth is she awake?

Chapter 74. Nova’s Pov. Life shouldn’t be this hard, but it is, and there is absolutely nothing I can do about it. I stood by the office machine, brewing some hot coffee just so it could carry him through the day. Last night, I had slept off in his arms and left my own reality, but that didn’t mean I wouldn’t face it. After he returned home last night and ate me up till I was nothing but weak, I knew I had to follow the call of nature. When I woke up this morning, my problem kicked right in like it couldn’t wait to leave me perished. In the middle of this chaos, Zaydeen walked in, and I knew just from the first glance that he didn’t have a wink of sleep. His eyes were as heavy as a bucket of