Early Morning Riser Novels & Stories

Xander BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. I rose from my slumber, silencing the persistent alarm which indicated it was 5 am. Just another day. I roll out of bed, stretching my body with a satisfying pop of joints and a flex of muscles. The routine is familiar. Off to the bathroom to attend to nature’s call, then into my workout attire. A protein smoothie prepares me for the upcoming regimen. As I lace up my running shoes, the call of the pack territory beckons, and I run to make sure the patrol is in place.

Mia’s POV The shrill ring of my alarm shattered the silence of the early morning. “Oh my gosh… it's morning already,” I groaned, dragging myself out of bed. I hated waking up early, especially on cold mornings like this one. But I had no choice, my boss was a strict man with zero tolerance for tardiness. One minute late, and you'd get a lecture loud enough to echo through the entire office.

TREASURE When morning comes, I'm the first one awake. Which is shocking because I'm not a morning person. I'm barely an afternoon person. I'm more of an "don't talk to me until I've had coffee and made three life-altering decisions" person. But today, my body apparently decided to wake up at the ungodly hour of... I check the clock... seven AM. Six. In the morning. This is a hate crime against sleep. I quietly slip out of bed, careful not to wake Winter, and tiptoe to the bathroom like a ninja. A very injured ninja who moves like she's eighty years old.

Ever since Ginni 's passing, I've grown accustomed to awakening early, whether through my own volition or by the gentle nudging of others. I started my day by waking up early to ensure I have enough time to prepare myself. This routine involved taking a refreshing bath and getting dressed. However, if I didn't have any important meetings scheduled, I often dedicated some time to working out. Engaging in physical activity served as a great stress reliever for me, allowing me to temporarily escape from the pressures of life.