I'm Only Sleeping Game Novels & Stories

Once they smell the lettuce coming through the bedroom door, all bets are off. He takes two steps toward the bedroom. "Just drop it in and nothing else?" "Yes. I promise. Simple. They are easy creatures." Little poop machines but easy to care for poop machines. "When you're done, do you want to play Dragons Reborn?" Hudson admitted he's never played the popular video game, and I promised Aspen I would convert him sometime soon. There's no time like the present time. He passes the door for my bedroom and the guinea pigs squeal louder, annoyed their favorite treat has been delayed. "We're not going to Aspen's place to watch the latest Supernatural episode?"

she said imperiously. “But–” She tapped her cane on my butt cheek. “Up. Up!” I sighed and turned back to the stairs, making my way to my small apartment. A red dragon screensaver flew happily across my three monitors, welcoming me back home. I went to the computer and sat down in my gaming chair. Since Kieran wasn’t a threat - at least I didn’t think he was a threat - there wasn’t any reason I couldn’t sign back up for my forums. I had just finished getting myself back into the fifth one when DracoK4u messaged me.

But sadly, my strong imaginative ability wasn't a FBI agent on sabbatical leave after solving the big case that took down the biggest drug lord in Alabama. Osmosis was also on the left, and he has been sleeping since we started, he would sleep, sitting up straight, his head would fall to the shoulders of a girl, Ini sitting close to him. The girl had clearly suffered, she would lift his head, only for him to regain composure and in few minutes, fall back again. I turned away to Kingsley, Leonard and Sokei playing "Mini Militia", a multiplayer shooter game, they all connected in. "Guy, no dey do this kind thing naah, I was just appearing and you have shot me already", one of them shouted in P

As I struggle to fight sleep, my tug of war fails and I slept so deep like the dead and I dream of burning buildings and firetrucks and police cars and Callum and when I wake, I bolt upright, sweating, heart thundering, with no idea where I am. Then I see the polished bulk of the ridiculous grand piano, the all-black everything else, and realize there’s only one place on earth besides those ridiculous reality show that I could possibly be. Callum's bachelor’s pad! I rub the sleep from my eyes, throw off the covers, and pad into the adjoining bathroom, my bladder isn’t so much full as it is ready to burst. I use the toilet, then wash my hands and face and brush my teeth because my breath is p

A steel I hadn’t seen in myself for years. This wasn’t my end. It was my beginning. And I would start with Zane Blackwood and Sera Voss. I would burn down their empire of lies, brick by brick. Let Catherine smile now. Let Sera smirk. The game had only just begun. ## I fell asleep pretty shorty, and by the time I woke up, I felt drained. My phone was vibrating angrily on the nightstand. The curtains in the hotel room were only half drawn, and thin morning light filtered in, soft but merciless. My head throbbed, heavy from the tears and the wine I had downed in desperation the night before. For the briefest second, in that liminal space between sleep and waking, I forgot.

I accused before slamming down my mind shields and ending our conversation. "What if both die during the games?" Denver mused after a short moment of silence. "My father wouldn't create a game that could kill them. Not when each has their own packs to take care of," I waved off the suggestion with a flick of my wrist, "I don't even know how many games he plans on holding. The all-mighty Game Master has kept all his cards hidden." "Not really," a triumphant grin split Denver's full lips, "my father mentioned that there will be three to five games. Depending on how the Alphas perform. He will host one game a day every second day to give the Alphas a chance to rest in between."

I met his gaze squarely and said coldly, “You know that she’s my girlfriend too, huh?” I took out my phone and showed him a hotel billing statement, and it was billed to the supplementary card I had set for Naomi. “You can’t even pay for your own hotel room to sleep with another woman? You should earn enough money for a vasectomy instead.”

On the other end of the phone, Dad fell silent for several seconds. Then, he exploded. "Your mother is dying, and you still have the mood to play games? As her son, aren't you even going to see her one last time?" I put the phone on speaker and tossed it onto the corner of the desk. My fingers flew across the keyboard as I continued gaming. "Yeah, I heard you the first time," I replied indifferently. Through the headset, my teammates' tense callouts rang in my ears.

I walked slowly across the living room, my white panties and see-through black top shifting against my skin. I walked into the quiet bedroom. Luca was lying flat on his stomach in the middle of the massive bed. He was still wearing nothing but his dark boxers. He had a big pair of black gaming headsets over his ears, and he was holding a wireless controller in his hands, completely focused on the big television screen on the wall. He was playing a shooting video game, his broad back muscles flexing every time he moved the controller. He couldn't hear me at all because of the loud game volume in his ears.

So I was talking to him until 3 Am. He finally fell asleep talking to me. But I couldn't sleep after that. I was also feeling a little nervous. So, I switched on my laptop and started working on the codes of reflections and shadows of our video game. I thought Asher would call me again, but he woke up only when I called him at 7 Am. So technically, I haven't slept yesterday. I feel my eyes swooping down again and I tilt my head, looking at Aaron. "I was working on our video game all night. I haven't slept. Can you please not disturb me now?"