Insomnia Novels & Stories

“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—”

Isabella replied. “Insomnia?” She nodded. "Yes, it’s strange. I’ve not been able to sleep much at night, and then during the day I’m completely exhausted.” “Have you had that before?” Samson gently stroked her hair. “No. I’m the kind of person who can sleep anywhere and everywhere. Put me in the back of a car and start driving, and I’ll nod off.” “So, what’s keeping you up at night then? Too much work?” Isabella shook her head, before she rested it back on his chest. “No. Work is normal as always. Just some nightmares. Nothing important.”

She thought she had heard someone breathing. Thaddeus had said he would sleep in the study, but his study only had a desk and chair. It wouldn't be as comfortable as the couch in the living room. At this moment, he was plagued by nightmares, with sweat dripping from his forehead. Nightmares had become the norm for him. In fact, being able to fall asleep was already considered good for him. He sometimes suffered from insomnia for two to three days in a row and couldn't close his eyes. He even insisted on going to work the next day, which was even more grueling than nightmares.

Her breathing grew steady. This was the deepest sleep she'd had in years. She didn't even dream. "Good. No more sleepless nights," Tabitha thought vaguely. For years, her insomnia had been so bad she needed medication. First, it was when Daphne provoked Derek, and he gave her the silent treatment. She stayed awake all night waiting for him. Later, after being framed and undergoing chemotherapy, she was curled up in a hospital bed, barely able to breathe, much less sleep.

Harry interrogated. “You are right. The mystery of the leanness, in short my physique is written. I did not sleep last night until the cock crew; all the shriek of the insects, the hooting of the owls, my ears followed their music till it was dawn.” Susanna explained disgustedly. “It is quite risky to health to be sleepless. Sleep is a supernatural vitamin to the body, spirit and soul. What caused your insomnia?” Harry stated and queried imperatively.

Hayley snaps a finger in my face, her lips twisting in her usual no-nonsense expression. “Ain’t nobody worried about your damned personal assistant, Mr. Rourke. Answer the bloody question.” God, the guts on this woman. Between her and Astrid, I am always on my toes. “Yes, it’s my fucking insomnia.” I mutter bitterly. “Is that all?” I look away, darkness coiling in my chest when I think about my “other disorder.” I hate it. I hate how it makes me feel — so out of control of myself. So fucking helpless.

This sensation was not unfamiliar; it had plagued me ever since the untimely demise of Ginni . Since her passing, every night I find myself burdened with the duty of sleep rather than experiencing it as a natural cycle. Despite the passing of six years, this peculiar insomnia occurs only about six to eight times per month, rather than persisting constantly. Strangely, this sensation differs from previous episodes. It seems as though I am not the sole seeker, as even my alpha appears to share the same sentiment. Could it be that he, too, yearns for Ginni's presence?

I inserted my hand into the pocket in my jacket and walked on. ~~~~ Fire! Screamed! Fear! Darkness! That was all I could pictured in my sleep for 13years of my life. I saw no faces, but a child crying so loud from a distance that do brushed my eardrum. Was this connected to the past I knew nothing about? I swallowed the heavy load in my throat, reached for the table clock on my table, then I dropped it back on the stool. It is morning already. I flicked off the blanket from me and rose up from the bed. I relieved this with music or exercise.

She questioned rudely. "Of course not, will you just let me explain to you". he sighed tiredly. " I did not intentionally sneak into your room to be sleeping beside you, I did it because it helps a lot". he said and Maya stared confusedly at him. "How do you mean?". " I have insomnia, I don't sleep at night but only on pills which sometimes make me sleep for a few hours, but it changed that day you fell unconscious, and I had to take you to my room, I slept peacefully that night, but the next night, I couldn't, so, I have to sneak into your room to see if truly I can sleep comfortably by your side, which works". He said firmly.

He didn't know that Issac lived in such a mood every day, and he didn't know that he suffered from insomnia every night. "What are you thinking about? I don't blame you. Besides, even if you came here, my life wouldn't change." "How long have you been... like this?" James stared at Isaac, "Or have you always been like this?" "What?" "You suffer from insomnia, don't you?" "No, I can fall sleep at night, but I can't sleep for long." As long as he could live a normal life, so what if he can't sleep for long? Anyway, he would sleep forever after he died...