Insomnia Novels & Stories

"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.

“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.”

Then he intertwined their hands before closing his eyes. Isis sighed contentedly as Xanthe combed his hair. "Isis?" "Hmm?" His eyes were still closed. "You said you have insomnia. That means you have pills to help you sleep, right?" He tightened his grip on her hand. "Yeah, but they make me feel exhausted. And it's not normal insomnia. I can't sleep because I always have nightmares. It's draining me." "Then why can you sleep when you're with me?" she asked. "I'm pretty sure I don't have superpowers to chase your nightmares away."

“I can’t sleep.” Kimmy froze. His face clearly showed how his body was being pushed beyond its limits. Severe insomnia was not just difficulty sleeping. Its side effects were now clear on Grayson: his body grew weaker, concentration dropped, his heartbeat sometimes irregular, and at times he felt pain in his chest. His body trembled faintly, his skin was cold, and his eyes seemed to lose their light. Yet Grayson kept covering it up. He rubbed his temples, trying to smile. “Don’t worry. I can endure—”

Liv tosses and turns in her bed for the third time since she woke up two hours ago. She was tired when she went to bed, but after waking up in the middle of the night, she completely lost her sleep. The clock on her nightstand shows it's one forty in the morning, and she's suffering from insomnia. It's been a few months since she last had insomnia, since she started college. Liv sighs, sitting up in bed and brushing away some strands of hair that fall into her eyes. She pulls the lilac sheet that covered her body and throws it away, rubbing her eyes with the backs of her hands and searching for her slippers that are somewhere on

I had just been awake all my life trying to be rich and now I was fighting real insomnia. People didn't know what insomnia meant. Insomnia for me was different. Insomnia was everywhere for me. I wasn't awake because I was scrolling through social media every day. That was not the reason for me. I wished it wasn't but it wasn't. I used to be a work freak. I used to work so much because it was all that I could depend on. If I didn't get the work done, there was no way I would be happy or have peace. Every part of me depended on work to take the crazy memories out of m

I cock a brow. "I'm a light sleeper." "Lies. You're always leaning against the headboard or out of the room whenever I wake up. Tell me why you're always up before me" "I sleep for a few hours or minutes through the night. I have something called insomnia. You're a healer, so you probably know what it is," he smirks.