2am Thoughts Summary Novels & Stories

Amy I woke up with a light head. I willed myself not to think anything about Jace so that I can focus on my work. I realized that I had lagged behind on the book I was editing. I poured myself some coffee and sat in front of my laptop. I am surprised when I finish the book before one. I haven't eaten anything sensible since morning. I last ate a decent meal at Jace's house. Ugh... There he goes again. He just can't get out of my mind. I can't stop thinking about him. I miss him now.

Nivea's POV: Looking into his eyes all I could see was adoration and love. I sighed thinking about it. In a few days we will be mated and there will be nothing that can come between us. We walked downstairs and turned on a TV show, The Walking Dead. We were on Season 2 Episode 5 when Keenan got a mindlink and his face immediately changed from content to upset. "Whats wrong?" I asked. "It's my dad. He's requesting us in his office with him and my mother as soon as possible. I think something is wrong. " He stated with a grim tone.

She didn't have a thong on, knowing it didn't matter anyway. Amy sat down on the sofa and looked at her phone. Okay, any minute now, she thought to herself. She knew soon she would come out of a blackout and be cumming so fucking hard! Her pussy leaked between her legs at the thought. Amy sat there, waiting for her multiple orgasms. Okay, 12.23pm, little later than normal. She kept waiting. 1pm, how come I haven't blacked out yet? Amy started to become inpatient, and she grabbed her phone and went through her texts, trying to see who she could be contacting.

I made to hoard Heather on that but thought against it, not wanting to seem desperate to her. Later that night,as I retired to bed,I had a thought plastered all over my mind,like chewing gum on asphalt. Back at the dining room,Arman hadn’t taken his eyes off me all through my speech and he had this look on his face.Even when he saw me looking,his gaze had pinned mine like I was the only thing he could look at at the room. The last time I felt like this,thinking repeatedly over something or somebody,it didn’t end well.

Dazzle sat on the edge of the bed, staring blankly at the floor. It was just 6:40am, the following morning. His thoughts were a tangled mess, swirling with doubts and fears that he couldn’t shake. The decision he was about to make felt monumental, like a heavy weight pressing down on his chest.

Amelia’s POV The morning light seeped through the thin curtains, casting soft, golden hues across the room, but sleep had long abandoned me. I lay still beneath the sheets, every nerve buzzing, every muscle tight. The quiet around me was deafening, as if the world was holding its breath—and so was I. My mind raced, tangled in memories and what-ifs, every thought spiraling back to Dominic—his stormy eyes, the tension that hung between us yesterday like a storm waiting to break.

​The silence of the train car was absolute. The countdown to the end of the Architect had officially begun. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and for the first time in months, I didn't think about the past. I thought about the kill.

“It’s hard for everyone right now. Good people can be driven to do desperate things.” She nodded slowly. “You’re right. I wasn’t thinking of them; I was thinking of me.” We lulled into a slightly uneasy silence. I felt like I was so full of lies I might burst. Clearing my throat, I broke it. “This doesn’t seem dangerous.” “I guess not.” Amelia stood up. “Maybe it’s just nature.” “We have no reason to think otherwise.” I shrugged, then yawned widely. “I’m going to try to get some sleep before morning training.”

"Nothing much, Colton. Go to bed. Goodnight.” He looked at me for a minute longer, then viewed slightly. "Goodnight, Mr Conrad.” He turned and left the room. I was alone again in the silent room, thoughts filling my head. But I had to forget everything. It was in the past, and it would remain there. Amelia was now comfortable around me, in this house, and it would continue that way. #### I sat at the head of the table, a half empty cup of black coffee before me. I had barely gotten any sleep last night. Not because I still needed to take my pills, but because I was drowned in my thoughts.

I asked hoping she won't misunderstood. "Sure" she agreed and sat next to me on my thick pink girly bedspread. "Mom...what do you think can be the reason for not hearing someone's thoughts" I asked and he face fell she looked confused. "What do you mean?" She asked with a trying to break down mys statement. "I mean there's this person...I can't hear his thoughts, and I don't know why, but when I have a kind of intimacy with the person. The thought become clearer" I said and the only thing floating on top of her mind was the word I used.