Woken Up Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

The gentle sunlight touched Gabby’s face, waking her from a deep sleep. She felt the suffocating warmth on her back. For a moment, she forgot where she was. Then, the memory of the night before flooded her mind: Adryan's hard body behind her, his large arm wrapped around her stomach, and the undeniable sensation pressed against her. She stirred slightly, feeling awkward about the unexpected intimacy, and tried to slip out of the embrace. However, the embrace was already gone.

If anybody see`s me out in the open im dead meat they take joy in seeing me suffer sick mutts, I still have bruises and lashes from the last time i wasnt quick enough to disaper. I let the scrambled eggs cook while i set up the breakfast table plates are put in place for the count of ten people, Eggs bacon toast ham chops you name it. As i turn around to set the rest of the table i hear footsteps i start to temble i can`t sense whos coming but i can guess no other then the great alpha marcus. `Well arent you up bright and early` Now i know hes behind me he balls my hair up in his fist i flinch he chuckles at my pain `whats wrong bunny your looking alittle skinny today`.

She’s not anymore and I nearly fucked her last night. Yeah. Not likely. “More coffee, sir?” Ana asked. “Please.” My voice came out rough. I cleared it. She topped up my mug and slid a plate in front of me loaded with scrambled eggs, toast, grilled tomato. “Ms Huntington is still asleep?” I asked. I checked my watch. It was 7:36 a.m. Ana shrugged, a small, precise movement. “I haven’t checked yet,” she said. “You asked that she not be disturbed unless she called.”

“I don't know how to say this without sounding crazy.” Her brows furrowed slightly. “But I'm Serena.” Silence, Helen blinked once then twice. “What?” “I know how this sounds.” “What kind of jokes is this?” “It's not a joke.” Her expression changed immediately, the warmth disappeared. Now, she just looked disturbed, confused and suspicious. “I woke up in this body after the accident,” I explained quietly. “I'm just as confused as you are.” The second the words left my mouth , Helen stood abruptly, “No.”

Few years back!! Mornings!! Always made me crunch my nose in annoyance because if after High School classes I hated anything then it was waking up early in the morning. I never got the theory of these stupid early risers, who shout their lungs out about fitness due to early wake Up's. Like seriously!! Now just imagine, how would it keep you fit if you sleep at Three in night, and wake up at Six in the morning?

I would personally see to it that she was stripped bare of it all. I picked out my phone from my bag, my hands still shaking slightly from the unusual, ice-cold stare Ashley had given me the moment she just woke up. That look, it didn't belong to the fragile, easily manipulated girl I had spent years managing. The whole session had completely disoriented my entire day. I had rushed here straight from the high-stakes atmosphere of the boardroom the very second I heard the news that Ashley had finally regained consciousness.

Alarm sucks And I mean they suck. Why? Because they wake you up, especially when you don't want to be woken up. The loud, incessant wail of my alarm pierced through the silence, jolting me awake. The shrill sound echoed off the walls, sending waves of panic throughout my body. Its urgency demanded attention, sounding like a warning of impending danger. The blaring noise continued relentlessly, like a persistent presence that refused to be ignored. Its piercing intensity would not rest until its purpose was fulfilled.

****** the next morning ****** I wake up to the smell of fresh baked bread, eggs and bacon. It’s smells lovely. I heard a knock on the door. Before I could answer, the door flew open. “Wake up sleepy head, smell this, I think breakfast is ready.” I open my eyes and growl a little. “Come on get dressed otherwise all the good food is already gone before we’re down there.”

About an office with a bed becoming the right category for the right space. About a living room becoming home. About inside. Where you stayed. --- Amara woke at five thirty. The specific wakefulness. I was already awake. She looked at the ceiling. She looked at me. The real expression. Not managed. Not performed. The specific quality of someone waking up and finding the world arranged correctly. "Good morning," she said. "Good morning," I said. She looked at the ceiling. "Noah will be up at six fifty nine," she said.

And that’s when I woke up. Drenched.