Woke Up Like This Pure Romance Novels & Stories

What was the point of waking up at all? Not long after, the sound of the front door opening echoed through the house. Samuel rushed in with a smile. "On my way back, I saw that ravioli place you like had reopened, so I grabbed your favorite with the shrimp filling." He pulled me into his arms, but the strong scent of perfume clinging to him made my stomach churn. I pushed him away and managed a strained smile. "I'm allergic to shrimp. Have you forgotten?" He froze. As I looked at him, my heart gave a painful jolt, and silent tears began to fall.

POV: Allison I woke up feeling excited for no reason. Actually, there is a reason, and it’s Alpha Raymond. He’s makes me feel so beautiful, so special. I tried not to make any sound so I don’t wake him up. I could hear the soft sound as he breathes in and out. He has sleeping so peacefully and he looks so fucking cute. I couldn’t help staring at him longer than I intended.

Under the covers, I was sleeping soundly when the lights snapped on and flooded my vision with blinding brightness. Jolted awake, I opened my eyes wide and saw a tall man with a straight posture standing by the door, wearing a pair of silver-rimmed glasses. His expression was utterly cold. It took a few blinks to realize that this was my husband, Jude Dixon. When he spoke, his voice was steady and emotionless. "Why are you sleeping in the guest room?"

✴️✴️ The morning sun broke through the heavy storm clouds, casting a warm, golden glow across the polished concrete floors of Roman's penthouse. Mila woke up tangled in the silk sheets of his massive bed, the heavy weight of Roman's arm wrapped tight around her waist. The chaotic panic of the previous night had melted away. Her body felt loose. Her chest felt open. She exhaled slowly and deep, like something heavy had finally let her go. As she stirred, Roman pulled her flush against his bare chest, his lips finding the sensitive skin of her shoulder.

Chapter 79: Aftermath of Romance Hana stirred awake, the soreness in her body reminding her of the intensity of the night before. She shifted slightly, careful not to wake Jarrel, who was still asleep beside her. The moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the room. Hana’s gaze drifted to the sheets, noticing a small spot of blood. It was a stark reminder of what she had given to him—a piece of herself that no one had ever touched before.

A very good way. Later that night, after Roman and I had three intense rounds of lovemaking, I fell asleep in his arms. - I woke up in the middle of a garden unlike anything I had ever seen. At first, I thought I must still be dreaming, because nothing in the waking world could possibly hold this much beauty. Colors bloomed all around me. Flowers so vivid they looked as though they’d been painted in strokes of sunlight and rain. The air itself shimmered with warmth, carrying on its breeze the delicate sweetness of scents I couldn’t name.

"Nanny, please. Don’t remind me. I’m trying to forget that ever happened." "Forget? Oh no, my dear. You can't forget something like that. This is fate, darling! You slept with him, and now he’s your boss? You couldn't write a better romance novel if you tried!" she exclaims, practically bouncing in her seat. I stab at my food. "This isn’t a romance novel, Nanny. This is my life, and I’m just trying to do my job without embarrassing myself."

Her clothes were perfectly neat and her makeup was pristine, like a porcelain doll. "Where is he? Are you—" Before he could finish his sentence, Yasmin's eyes misted over, and she threw herself into his arms. "Zayne, you're finally here…" A light, sweet fragrance filled the air, causing Zayne's gaze to darken. For a split second, he was reminded of the disheveled state I'd been in that New Year's Eve. At the time, I'd been beaten and bruised by my stepfather and forced into a corner. As I'd clutched a shard from a shattered vase, I was ready to fight to the bitter end.

Her pout faded into a smile as she leaned into his embrace. “Then tell me,” she asked teasingly, “when did you finally realize you liked me?” Xavier gazed out at the sunset over the ocean, his voice low and steady. “The moment I saw you lying in that cryogenic chamber. I realized that without you, the world felt empty. Just a hollow, endless place.” Starla lifted her head, cupping his face in her hands. As the last light of the setting sun bathed them in gold, they kissed—deep, lingering, filled with all the love they had waited so long for.

Sparks. Intense sparks dancing across my skin are the first thing to pull me toward consciousness. I slowly start to come to. My sense of smell is the next thing to come back, and I'm overwhelmed by lavender and bamboo, like Roman's scent, but a million times more intoxicating and potent. It surrounds me like I'm bathing in it. As soon as I realize what's happening, my eyes snap open, and I shoot up. I must startle Roman because he jumps, waking up immediately. The bond snaps into place as soon as my eyes lock with his.