Insomnia Quotes Novels & Stories

“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.”

And when my orgasm came around again, it had nearly destroyed me, but not as much as the feeling of Conan coming apart in me had rocked me. “Aren’t you tired?” I yawned, watching Conan through half-droopy eyes. We’d gone at it fast and furious, and the slow and sweet, and I was ready to pass out, he still looked alert and awake. “If by ‘tired’ you mean you wore me out, perhaps,” he said in an uncharacteristically teasing tone. “But if you’re asking whether I’m sleepy, no.” “Why??” I mumbled.. “I have insomnia. I sleep for just a few hours a night— and that's if I'm lucky.

He barely understood the concept of bending truth. “It was really late,” he continued, voice steady despite the way his fingers fidgeted with the camera strap. “I couldn’t sleep. My insomnia has gotten out of control lately, I fear. So I take walks. Sometimes I think I hallucinate from lack of sleep… but I wasn’t that night. I was wide awake. Completely.” Lizzie looked like she was about to pass out. Her face had drained of color, pale as the marble floors of this godforsaken manor.

I sat up slowly and reached for the water on the nightstand, but the glass was empty. I turned my head and froze when I saw Adam on the floor, doing push ups like a completely unwell person. His shirt was off, his back flexing with each movement, his hair falling over his forehead as he kept going like sleep was a rumour he refused to believe in. I grabbed my phone and checked the time, “Adam.” He kept moving, “what?” “It’s almost seven in the morning.” “I know.” “You haven’t slept a wink since last night.” He stopped, sat back on his heels, and dragged one hand through his hair, “I know. I have insomnia.”

And in the background, the laughter from his memory echoed, a haunting reminder that even the fiercest hearts can be undone by the simplest joys of childhood. Ishtiyaq leaned back, letting the darkness swallow him, the weight of past and present pressing down. Tomorrow, he vowed, would bring clarity… and perhaps confrontation. But tonight, he was left with a storm of memories, a heart betraying him, and a burning unease he could not shake.

I asked. "I would love to spend one more night here, Your Majesty," Alpha Ron said. "Why? If I may ask," I asked. "For the first time in a long time, I slept peacefully. I think there is something about this place that somehow made me relax," he answered. "Alpha Ron, do you have insomnia? Because if you do, I might be able to help," I said pretending not to know what he meant. "No, it is not a sickness for me. I just have a lot on my mind," he answered avoiding my gaze.