Insomnia Novels & Stories

It started the night that Drae kissed me and has continued plaguing my sleep ever since. I had a discussion with my parents about it. They came to the conclusion that something was wrong with me. Therefore, the next morning after I was brought to the infirmary. There I was subjected to multiple different tests, scans, and they even took a few samples of my blood. When the doctor finished his thorough examination, his results were that I have severe insomnia. This means that I have trouble falling and staying asleep. He wrote me a prescription for every night use that was supposed to help me sleep. Even though that isn’t the issue at all. I sleep fine, just wit

“You had me worried there.” “Why? You running from the law?” “Not exactly.” She didn’t push. She nodded and said, “Well, let’s get you something that’ll knock you out for a few hours without killing your dreams.” She turned toward a set of wooden drawers and started pulling ingredients with the kind of graceful ease that comes from doing the same thing over and over again, and maybe magic. Okay, probably not magic. Probably. “So, insomnia,” she said, measuring loose herbs into a small paper pouch. “What’s the cause? Heartbreak? Existential dread? Too much TikTok?”

Her body tenses up before she relaxes ultimately, noticing my curious gaze. “I’m used to it. I only mixed a little dose in their drinks. It was not enough to make me fall asleep.” “Why are you used to it?” The worry lurks in my voice. “I have insomnia. Other than the days when I’m tired, sleep barely comes to me.” My brows furrow. I never heard about it when we were together. It must have been after Ben was born. My heart immediately aches after realizing the misery she’s been through on top of being a single parent.

"It's just that recently, my sleep has not been very good. Every morning when I wake up, my whole body is very tired and uncomfortable. Nightmares keep repeating, tormenting me, making me a little afraid when I have to close my eyes to sleep. Because I didn't want to let my parents know and was worried, I purposely borrowed your name to go to the store to find medicine for me. I hope you will also help me keep this secret, because it's just insomnia. Don't let people overdo it." Joseph nodded. "Don't worry, I'll help you keep this secret. If you're worried that the pharmacists here might tell your father when he comes, let me help you find the medicine. I'm no

I walked into the house, it had been a long day at work and I hadn't had a chance to talk to Abby all day. My day started late after being awakened by Abby's tossing and turning throughout the night. I could only assume after hearing her talk in her sleep that Laylan had made her return. In my disappointment that my brilliant scheme to help her out with the normal intrusion of Laylan in her dreams not working, I drug myself to work. Being a Thursday meant that it was going to be a pretty uneventful day which left plenty of time for me to think of other ideas. I had hoped for an improvement but instead of being four or five months between her dreams, as it usually was, we had actually shorten

But how does he convince her she belongs to him with the softness of a gentle man? Or by showing her the immortal hunger and cravings he’s been keeping under lock for centuries! ZORYA LEVIN’S P.O.V. I didn’t sleep… No! I couldn’t sleep! Which isn’t exactly new for me. It’s not like my sleep schedule has ever obeyed me anyway and my nights are usually a mess. My sleep is usually plagued with weird dreams, nightmares that feel a little too real, flashes of things I don’t understand and honestly don’t even try to anymore.

He gestured to the chair in front of him. “Let’s start with what brought you in today,” he said gently. I let out a small sigh. “I haven’t been sleeping. I toss and turn all night, and when I do finally drift off, I wake up exhausted. It’s like… nothing helps.” He nodded, pen moving. “How long has that been going on?” “Months,” I lied softly. “It started small—just some insomnia. But now… it’s getting worse. I have no energy. I can’t focus. Things I used to enjoy, like painting or cooking, they feel... pointless.”

Chase tossed and turned in bed, irritated, pressing a pillow over his ears. “Insomnia, or sleep disorder, primarily harms memory, disrupts endocrine function, lowers immunity, and reduces libido…” He threw the pillow at AI Doc. “Young Master, throwing garbage and damaging property is highly unethical—” Another pillow flew. The little robotic voice trembled slightly. “Fine. Continuing… insomnia can also be triggered by external events, such as falling in love, unrequited feelings, or heartbreak.” Chase rested his arm across his forehead, a faint smile playing on his lips. His thoughts drifted elsewhere, completely ignoring AI Doc

“I slept for five hours?” After sex, he’d risen, frowning at the clock. “This is a record. I feel like a new man.” “You look ten years younger,” I told him as I stretched. “Now I’d put you in your mid-twenties.” “I just turned thirty-one.” “Yes, but you looked thirty-five before.” He raised a brow. “You won’t ask why I don’t sleep? I’ve had insomnia for decades.” I sighed. “Why wouldn’t you? You’re in a high-pressure job—which might be dangerous—and you’re running a billion-dollar empire.”

There were no signs of tiredness on his expression, like he hadn’t lost a second of sleep after what he’d said to me. Great. It seemed I was the only one affected by the matebond. “That’s not good considering you’ll be moving to Phantom Pack soon,” Judy pointed out, genuinely worried. “You should see a doctor. Maybe they could help with that before it gets worse.” “I’m fine,” I muttered. Just then, she shifted her gaze from me to Adrian. “Nope. Insomnia can be tricky. My father has been struggling with it for years,” she revealed, and I didn’t miss the way the Alpha King stiffened. “Not even the best doctors could help him.”