Waking Up White Novels & Stories

Aurelia's POV I was woken up by the reflection of sunrays that fell on my face, I tilted around the bed for a while. Then I remembered: ‘Wake up early tomorrow. We shouldn't miss the flight.’ I sprung up to my feet immediately, and I rushed to the bathroom to clean up. I was as fast as I could. I quickly got dressed in a beautiful white shirt, and tight black trousers that portrayed my curves. “Silas would love this.” I whispered to myself.

The sound of the alarm wakes me up with a start. I walk straight to the bathroom and start my morning routine. Twenty minutes later, I stand in my closet thinking of what to wear. I take out a white pant suit after finding a red blouse but I shake my head in disagreement. Red is my signature color but today I want to try something else.

THE NEXT DAY I woke up to the sound of a machine, so I slowly opened my eyes, but all I saw was white. 'Maybe this is what they call heaven, if so, I'm dead. I'm sorry child, you got caught up in my bad luck,' I said to my child while waiting for it, but I stopped when I felt a pulse from it, so I was immediately confused by what I saw. "You're alive child? But aren't you dead too like me?" I said to it. Then a man in white came in, approaching where I was. "Good morning?" the man said.

I don’t understand why I dream something like this, and he never did anything to make me think that he would try to hurt me. And the smaller white wolf, I wonder where that came from, as I have never seen a white wolf, not at home or here. And what happened when I touched it? Everything is so confusing. I do not go back to bed, but stay awake looking out on the water, waiting for the sun to start to show out there far away. I think it takes a few hours before I notice the small glow of light, and before I know it, I sit bathed in the warmth of the sunrise. People are starting to wake up, and while some start packing the last stuff into the boats, others help me make breakfast. And others are

Chapter 77 Ciara's POV Two weeks later…. “It's so big and beautiful. I never knew white wolves existed anymore,” someone said in the distance as I stood there observing everything. In truth the white wolf was gorgeous. It had no spots or speckles of any kind. Pure white fur was it's coat and it glowed even during the day. Was that even possible? And yet it was happening right before my eyes. If only I had a wolf that beautiful…. “Darling, Ciara wake up it's time for breakfast.”

🔹️🔹️Crystal Russell🔹️🔹️ Waking up in the morning has always been painful to me, but it was nothing compared to the literal pain that I felt today. My head throbbed as if there was a hammer being pounded inside. Even a small task like opening my eyes felt like carrying tons of weight on my head. After a lot of groaning and grunting, when I finally opened my eyes, everything was white. Had I really been run over by a truck and reached heaven?

It was pitch dark, except for the eerie glow of the surveillance monitors. Jessica stomped hard on my lips with her stiletto heels, and pain shot through me. She shot me a hateful look. "Why did you have to wake up? If you had stayed in that coma, I would've been Mrs. Pelroy. I would've been their daughter! Do you have any idea how hard I worked to become you? My whole life was consumed by cosmetic surgery and watching your videos on repeat just to mimic you!"

I vaguely felt someone rubbing the bruising on my right hand while I was half-conscious. "What do you mean he got into a car accident, and that three critical-condition notices were issued? Is this a lingering effect? It seems like the wound on the abdomen is slightly infected. "I'll head out for a while. Have the nurse hurry with the anti-inflammatories and change the dressing. Go turn up the AC and get the IV heater in here." I pried my eyes open with effort, meeting a gaze full of worry. "D-Delilah?" Delilah replied, "I'm right here, so just go back to sleep, Tristan. You'll feel better once you've rested."

“Healer… look.” The healer stepped closer just as Elsie’s eyelids fluttered faintly. For the first time in seven days, in seven goddess given days.... Her breathing changed. A slow inhale. A shaky exhale. And somewhere deep within her chest, something stirred. Not pain. Not weakness. Something unfamiliar. Something… waking. But Elsie Whitmore had no idea yet that the world she would wake up to was already changing. And neither did anyone else.

Everything went blurry then faded to black. ### When I woke, I stared at the white ceiling confused. Somehow I didn’t think ceilings would be in either heaven or hell. Something moved out of the corner of my eye. I turned my head to see a woman tending to something on a table near the door. Her back was turned so I couldn’t see her face. She was dressed in a flowing white dress with pale white skin. Her blonde hair also seemed to be almost white too.