Woke Inc Novels & Stories

I entered the room and shut the door behind me. "So tiring....." I walked to the bedroom and jumped straight into the fluffy bed without taking care of my growling stomach. *Riiiinng* I woke up to the ringing of my phone. I searched for my cellphone with my eyes still closed and my head still glued to the pillow. I found my phone beside the pillow and answered the call without checking who it was. "Hello..?" "Rai, it's me — Hazel. There's something I need to inform you. This might be surprising but....the others of our batch are throwing a welcoming party for you."

" My mind was overwhelmed with all sorts of surging emotions. Snippets from the past started to piece together in my mind, and various thoughts filled my head. My intense emotions urged me to get up as soon as I could. Oblivious to the changes within me, Selena braced herself to continue hurting me. All of a sudden, the doorbell rang, taking her aback. She threw the towel aside and opened the door. A smart-looking man stood on the other side of the door. He lifted his identification and said, "Hello, I am Zachary Jenkins, a private rehabilitation therapist. Ms. Riley Gibson's parents appointed me to care for her."

Makeup hides the dark circles. Alex is in a grey blazer. He looks tired, but sharp. "Ready?" he asks, adjusting his collar. "No," I say honestly. "But let's do it anyway." We walk toward the curtain. The roar of the crowd is audible even back here. Flashbulbs popping like gunfire. Then, a monitor on the wall flashes BREAKING NEWS. We stop. The anchor looks grave. "We have a developing story," she says. "Dr. Evelyn Voss, the founder of NeuralKink Labs, has awakened from her coma."

Silence again. Total. Crushing. Black. With a violent gasp, I wake up. My skin is drenched, cold sweat on my chest. I blinks hard, my breath coming in rapid followed by shallow bursts. For a second, I doesn't know where I am. The muted hum of the Ac. The large art opposite my bed. Home. I claw at my throat. Can't breathe. Something's wrong. Deep. Burning. Like my insides are shutting down. Heat pulses through my gut like I'm on fire from the inside. My fingertips tingle. The room tilts.

Incognito BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! I hit the alarm angrily and groggily reached for my phone to silence it. Rubbing my eyes, I begrudgingly swung my legs out of bed, annoyed at the early hour. Another day, another battle with the alarm clock. I went to the living room to confirm that everything that happened last night was not just a dream. Speaking of dreams, I didn’t get my reoccurring dream of that forest in Transylvania. Lucky me.

I asked. Vance didn’t hesitate. “An Instigation Med.” He reached for a tray and picked up a syringe filled with a glowing amber fluid. It pulsed faintly. “If we inject this,” he continued, “the Siphon-Core, if it’s truly inside her, will think it has found its target.” A pause. “It will wake up.” My eyes darkened slightly. “And if it wakes up?” I asked. Vance hesitated. Just for a second. “It will try to feed.”

Vamoire is not speaking as well. “Are you sure you did not overdose them with that certain drug?” Hodor adjusted himself on the throne, his back is fully leaned on it. “I am sure we had only given the right amount,” Viller confidently answered. “They will wake up soon, my King,” Jek chimed in. “Oh, they are moving. I think they are gaining their consciousness,” he immediately added seeing them slowly moving their limbs. Hodor’s eyes is flashed with anticipation. “Finally,” he uttered in a creepy voice.

My encounter with Ingrid had got me irritated, and I hated her for it. I returned to the quarters to attend to pressing matters. I called all the Alphas to make sure their warriors had been vaccinated. I also reminded them to keep their vest on at all times. Humans were sly and sneaky, they would never see them coming. So they had to be on their guard. After I finished talking to them, I called my mates to inform them of the situation as it was. It took a while before we hung up because they missed me just as much as I missed them.

“Get me one of our girls at the club. And send her to the penthouse “ he ordered trying very hard to keep his composure. He knew his carelessness for a minute had caused this. He was even glad it wasn’t poison but rather aphrodisiac. Fire made some calls and soon he gassed up and they soon reached his penthouse. He got out of the car and walked inside while saying. “Don’t bother to alert the others. Just get me somebody “ he said trying very hard to sound as okay as he could. Fire understood him and nodded his head and hurriedly left to get one of the girls. …A few blocks away… Arielle checked has r phone but she could out the battery was dead. She was frustrated with the thought of what to

“They’re fast-tracking it. The media are putting pressure on our security, you know how hard it is, trying to keep the bottom feeders off this floor. We’ve already had a few close calls.” Oh, I did now. Or at least I could guess. And I’d heard a commotion outside my room before going down for my MRI. The media were circling. Coma heiress wakes up. Miracle return. Grr—there was that word again. Hashtag something stupid. I caught a glimpse of the muted TV in the corner; the headline from earlier was still burned into my brain. COMA HEIRESS AWAKENS: CASSANDRA HUNTINGTON’S MIRACLE RETURN.