I'm Only Sleeping Game Novels & Stories

At least this time it’s legal. I turn on my side, slowly rubbing my shaft. My eyes are shut, and I know once I come I’ll be able to pass out and get some decent sleep until Quinn gets off work. I press my face into my pillow, wishing Quinn was in bed with me. And then my phone rings.

one of the guards reported, breaking the silence of the night. I scanned the area with my black eyes and nodded in acknowledgment. "Stay vigilant. We're having a party, and we need to be smart," I replied firmly. Deep down, I longed to rest, but as the alpha of the Silver Moon Pack, I had to uphold my duties. I was known as the most feared alpha, although I didn't see anything scary about myself compared to Jack, my best friend.

It feels like it wouldn't be the normal game, but a game in favor of Sylus. Damn it. Why did I even think about playing a game with a notorious mafia boss who knows how to have everything his way every single time? "So, shall we sleep now?" he asked me. "Yeah. Good night, Sylus." "It's babe. You should always call me babe." I covertly rolled my eyes. "Good night, babe." "Good night, babe." I closed my eyes and stayed lying down, waiting for sleep to finally come, but I just couldn't sleep especially when I could feel Sylus' gaze at me even when I'm closing my eyes.

It was past four in the morning when Nicole finally arrived at her Aunt Norma's house. She moved cautiously, almost as if she were a thief, careful not to get caught. Tiredly, she opened the door to the dark storage room where she slept. Her eyes strained to adjust to the dimness, the only light coming from an old streetlamp a short distance away. The pain in her muscles added to her difficulty moving, as if she had been beaten repeatedly.

ASHER I jolt awake with a strangled gasp, my heart slamming against my ribs like it wants to tear itself free. My shirt sticks to my skin, drenched in sweat. It takes a full minute to remember where I am—to feel the weight of my mattress beneath me, the faint moonlight cutting across my room. Another nightmare.

"A woman as good as me? You don't deserve me." The bottle of wine slowly emptied, followed by the second, and then the third… We moved from the windowsill to the couch, and then into the bedroom. The aftermath of a hangover, besides the headache, was a complete blackout. Clothes were scattered everywhere, the bed linens a mess, and empty bottles of wine rolled around the floor. Was it a loss of control, or just the recklessness of drunkenness? I glanced at Zach, still lost in sleep, and found myself unable to answer that question.

Natalie…" I walked past him and continued on my way. This time, he didn't follow. When I reached the intersection, Ivy sent me a message. "Ms. Lawson, we're playing a mystery box game at tomorrow's team-building event. Are you coming? I heard everyone's guaranteed to win a prize!" Looking at those words, I smiled and replied, "I'll be there." The next day, I drew a small card at the company team-building event. It didn't say, "Thank you for participating." Instead, it read, "Today's Lucky Winner."

He mumbled under his breath while subconsciously digging his nails into the tiled floor. He finally understood that I wasn't being lazy on purpose. I also wasn't just playing dead or pretending to ignore him just to spite him. I really couldn't help myself. I had only suddenly collapsed during the exam today because of this sleep attack that was clearly written on this medical document. Dad suddenly rose to his feet and pulled open the bottom-most drawer in my desk, where a pair of compasses with dry blood stains and an old, worn diary were hidden in the furthermost corner.

The ghosts looked fully recharged, lounging around in small groups and staring at me with bright, expectant eyes. A cold, mechanical voice rang in my head. "Game completion reaches 100%. Congratulations on clearing the game, Player. You will be logged out in ten minutes." I froze and was utterly stunned that everything had gone by in just a brief blur. Though it was a horror game, it felt like I was just here working part-time. With a sigh, I put on my brightest smile. "Free hugs limited to one per ghost. Anyone?"

Soft lamps cast pools of gold over clean carpet, a low table, a couch, a small kitchenette with gleaming, unused mugs. And at its center, against the far wall, a bed. Big. White sheets. Too inviting after stone floors and bus seats and bloodstained concrete. My fingertips twitched with the urge to touch the coverlet to make sure it was real cotton and not some slick, plastic mimic the Game had skinned over steel. No eyes. No timers. Just us, breathing in the hush.