Words To Wake Me Up When September Ends Novels & Stories

I went to sleep that night never imagining that the next morning I’d wake up to words I’d never, ever wanted to hear… “I’m here to reclaim my MATE!”

**Chapter 80 – System Rebooting........ Full System Unlock** ** December 14, 2030 – The Edge of Waking** The dreamscape cracks like glass under too much thunder. One second I’m fourteen, dropping in endless on Velocity Park’s bowl, Remy’s hand in mine, the sky splitting violet and gold. The next—white noise. A hum in my veins like the crown is singing itself back together. Then the words appear. Not in my eyes. In my blood.

“Wake up.” The command didn’t echo. It resonated. Through everything. Through them. Through the space between. Because I wasn’t asking anymore. I was calling them back. As their Queen.

The room seemed to tighten with tension as the vampires prepared to unveil the final act of their dark performance. Simon, with a theatrical flair, snapped his fingers in front of Andrew's face. The sound echoed through the room like a sinister melody, a signal that shattered the illusion of the spell. As if awakening from a long and disorienting dream, Alpha Andrew's eyes snapped into focus. Confusion and anger flickered across his face as the remnants of the spell dissipated. The fog that had clouded his mind began to lift, revealing the harsh reality of his captivity. The room, now illuminated by a clearer understanding, held the weight of the impending confrontation.

He knows that I was not a virgin. I woke up sweating. Oh, it was a dream. A dream. I tried to calm myself down as I sighed. ---------------- I could hear the distant chirping of birds, the sunlight and fresh hair sweeps in through the open window. The other side of bed was cold due to absence of my husband. I had a nightmare, that's it. Everything is going to be fine. I try to boost my confidence. I stretched my arms out to check my phone that was lying near the bed, it's 4 in the morning.

We sat until the stars came out—sharp against the deepening indigo. Until the cold drove us inside—slow steps, careful hands helping each other through the doorway. Until tomorrow waited—another sunrise, another cup of coffee, another call from Lila. But tonight—tonight was ours. Under the last light. Under every light. Forever. The end. And the beginning.

I could see Ian standing where he was from the rearview mirror, looking like a statue that had been abandoned by the world. That night, I had a nightmare. I dreamt of the day my sister passed away. I was kneeling by her stone-cold body while crying my heart out, with Ian and Lucy standing nearby and staring coldly at me. I jerked awake from the dream, drenched in cold sweat.

Behind me, through the glass, I could hear the sound of everything falling apart. I turned my music up. Some gifts, you just have to return. THE END

That deep baritone was gently calling her name. my love, wake up. I am here for you. I will always be here for you. There is nothing to be frightened of out here. My love will always be here for you. Wake up, and join me. Come on, love, you must wake up now. Come to me, love, follow my voice.

~ Heath ~ Some part of my mind is aware that I am falling back into a dream state. The fleetingly semi conscious part of me is screaming out, clawing at the insides before it is too late. But no matter how hard I fight against it, the sedative remains too strong, and I fall at a dishearteningly plummeting speed back into the memory I try every waking minute to avoid. I’ve repeated this day in my dream’s countless times, and nothing changes. No matter how hard I shout out, how I reach for someone, they become a silhouette, my fingers clasping at smoke.