Joe Rogan Anti Snoring Novels & Stories

I turned over and pressed the pillow to my ear to stifle the noise but the pillow did nothing. I pulled the duvet up, the duvet did nothing. The snoring did not care about any of my interventions and it continued to not care with remarkable commitment. “Jovan,” I tapped him thrice on the shoulder but he laid there like a log of wood and didn't move. Why would anyone sleep like a dead person? I was a light sleeper who could put a bullet in someone if I heard any funny sounds. I reached over and moved his pillow but nothing changed, instead his snoring became louder.

I scoffed and took the magazine in front of me angrily, I didn't have a phone or books, and now I was stuck with a boring man in a luxurious private jet. "Why don't you go back to sleep and snore away," His voice made me shoot my head towards him in surprise, "I don't snore." I defended, thinking deeply... Do I really snore? He made mention of that when he woke me up, I know I do but that's usually when I'm genuinely fatigued and I'm not really that tired, "Yes you do, princess, you snore a lot." He asserted and I burned, "I don't snore and stop exaggerating." I huffed and rolled my eyes,

He was calmer but still, we were both yelling there was too much in the middle and quite frankly, too much passion. A knock on the door made us freeze and Rogan stomped over ripping the door open. Corgan stood in front of us and at the look on Rogan’s face, he went white. “Uh, sorry to interrupt it’s just it's getting loud and Roe is getting nervous even with our thick insulated walls you guys are very loud.” Oh my gosh, poor little Roe. I’d completely forgotten we weren’t alone. I could see Rogan’s shoulders sink and calm down.

I stared at the photographer. "I'm sorry?" "Anything," he said cheerfully. "Just make her smile naturally." I shot Jace a warning look. "If you embarrass me—" "Oh, I absolutely will." He leaned closer until his lips were only inches from my ear. Anyone watching would think he was whispering something romantic. Instead, he murmured, "You snore." I turned so quickly that our noses almost collided. "I do not." "You absolutely do." "I've never snored a day in my life." "You talked in your sleep on Tuesday." "I what?" "You informed your pillow that mitochondria are the powerhouse of the cell."

Megan's POV As I started to hear Greg's angry snoring next to me, I started rolling my eyes. To get away from the garbled noise, I actually attempted to shift my position slightly to the side. Later on, I noticed like it was actually getting louder and crazier until I could no longer help but scoop up a pillow and thwack it right in front of his face. He seemed to recognize my unexpected intervention because he immediately stopped making some noise while still in a catatonic state. I took a deep breath, annoyed and irritated at the same time.

I could see the amusement in his eyes. "I do not snore." I counter back. "Come on, Roy, for someone who has slept by your side twice. I would know, "he said with a smug smile that I so badly wanted to slap off his face. "Then you probably need some hearing aids because you don't hear too well." "I caught you drooling and smiling like you were having a good dream last night," he said, trying hard not to laugh. “Should I be freaked out that you were staring at me while I was sleeping?" I asked while trying so hard to hide my blush.

Rogan was in the room for hours, he was so hungry and struggled with the chain again to see if his struggles would pay off at that time. He kept on dragging the chain, he would then released it and again he would drag and released it, he kept on repeating the process, making a loud and unpleasing noise with it. Rogan became week and tired, his strength had been weighed off him and all he was thinking at that moment was how to get it back.

he says, his eyebrows going up with his honestly. I gasp, and smack him a little on the chest, which makes him laugh. “It was a very gentle snore!” he insists, grinning. “Rhythmic! Honestly, Iris, you could make ASMR videos for a very specific type of consumer –“ “Oh, shut up,” I mutter, even though I’m laughing too, just a little. And I sigh, and curl up next to him again where I was all night, my head on his chest. I groan a little at the tense feeling at the back of my head – the result of too much stress and whiskey, too little water and sleep.

she asked. He shrugged, unbothered. “Sure. I have an excellent dinner date. I can talk about something other than arrhythmias and court politics. I own shirts without holes.” “You also snore,” she said, remembering the one disastrous on-call nap where she’d almost smothered him with a pillow. “Allegedly,” he said. “Besides, you can’t hold that against me. You snore, too.” “I do not,” she said. “I have witnesses,” he replied. “And video.”

He asked. “You could wake up the whole neighborhood from all that snoring.” I sat upright and stared at him. I wiped my face first to remove any drool on my face and brushed my hair with my fingers. I cleared my throat, feeling it was dry. “I don’t snore. And have you heard of the saying ‘stop making jokes like that to a person who just woke up? You don’t know what will happen if you continue.” He just chuckled at me, still peeling on the mangoes.