At Dawn They Sleep Novels & Stories

Celia Dawn is a lie behind the tinted windows. A gray glow without warmth, promising nothing. I surface from sleep the way one drowns in reverse, struggling upward toward a surface made of awareness and pain. The weight of yesterday falls over me before I even open my eyes. The unfamiliar room. The locked door. Him.

“That counts.” Dominic shook his head lightly, but there was warmth in his eyes. “Dangerous logic.” “Works for me.” For a moment the tension between them softened into something lighter, something that hadn’t existed between them before tonight. But beneath that ease, something deeper still lingered. Something neither of them was ready to walk away from. Dominic’s gaze drifted toward the windows. A faint grey glow had begun to stretch across the horizon. Dawn. “We should probably sleep before the next disaster shows up,” he murmured.

Chloe climbed into the vehicle and closed the door. Marcus slid behind the wheel. Lena got into the other car. For one brief moment, everyone was still. The cabin stood behind them. Silent. Dark. Almost peaceful. It was hard to believe someone had breached that peace. Chloe looked down at the note still clutched in her hand. I KNOW WHERE YOU SLEEP. The words felt like a threat whispered directly into her ear. She crumpled the paper. Then she opened the door. Marcus looked at her.

She looked peaceful now… beautiful, even, with her hair spread across the pillow and her face relaxed. Autumn stood there for a moment, just watching her sleep. Then she turned and walked to the window, pushing aside the heavy curtain to look out at the sky. The darkness was beginning to fade. The horizon held that particular quality of light that comes just before dawn. Streaks of deep purple and navy painted the sky, and the stars were starting to disappear one by one. It was almost dawn. Damon would be back any minute now. Autumn let the curtain fall back into place and moved toward the door. She paused at the threshold, glancing back one more time at the girl sleeping in Damon's bed.

Divorced by Dawn, Queen by Dusk — Book Two: The Blood Crown Chapter Eleven: Elliot's Truth The morning of the meeting was grey and still and smelled of salt coming in off the water. She was up before five. The house was quiet in the specific way it got before Rosa arrived — a baseline quiet, the house itself breathing.

His eye balls were swollen and red like they were going to fall out of their sockets. He and Jamie were the only ones that had not slept through out the night as apparently, Wong and Santiago fell asleep at their respective posts. They had woken everyone immediately the alarm they set for 4:20 beeped. Jamie brought his table clock along to the camp so he could keep track of time. No one said anything after reluctantly cutting their sleep short except for Dawn who mumbled something in her sleep as Jared nudged her severally in a bid to plunge her out of her reduced consciousness. They all maintained absolute silence on their journey back to the building. Only their footsteps on dried leaves c

Until finally Eve sighed slightly. "Akhh...Allan..!" Eve let out a long sigh as Allan entered her core many times. The two of them dissolve in intimacy and share the sweat of the early morning until the morning. Both exhausted and unaware they fell asleep in the early morning, and woke up when the sun was already high. *****

No bags were required, so it made saddling up easier and other than the clothes on their back and their weapons, they were travelling light. Dyllen had risen at the first faint light of dawn to eat a quick, cold breakfast before meeting with Linus. Even now, the light was almost grey as the sun barely peeked over the horizon and it was early enough that most of the band still slept. The only ones up were the naturally early risers and those with tasks to complete in the early morning. The rooster that could be seen strutting around arrogantly had only called out the morning when Dyllen had already finished eating.

Ashton’s masculine scent soothed her nerves until she, too, fell asleep within the protection of their love. Dawn broke over the eastern horizon of New York, sending golden light streaming through the window gaps. Ashton woke with his head feeling much lighter. The sedative from the night before had granted him a reprieve from the tormenting nightmares. He saw Avery still asleep beside him, looking beautiful and peaceful. Ashton gently kissed Avery’s forehead, causing her to slowly open her eyes. “Morning, My Love,” Ashton whispered, a faint smile beginning to return. Avery blinked, returning the smile with brighter eyes. “Morning, Ashton. Do you feel better?”