Mata Terpejam Tapi Tidak Bisa Tidur Novels & Stories

Even if I enjoyed myself I knew I'd regret it. Sighing and trying to think of something else. Diagnostics readouts, or calculations for distances. Anything not remotely sexy, I rolled over. It barely helped, and before I knew it I was huffing and rolling over again. "If you're going to be that difficult about sleeping you can go back in the hole," Icaan said, making it clear he was also still awake. I growled. It was his fault I couldn't sleep. I desperately wanted to be.

OVERCOMING HIS WANTS Athina could not sleep, she felt restless, everything wasn't okay, to sleep was a problem. She could not count how many cups of coffee she had taken just to make her fall asleep, but... whenever she tried closing her eyes, her nightmares kept clawing at her, like though there was an invisible nail.

She was tired, so she wanted to have a good sleep. However, no matter how hard she tried and how much she wanted to sleep, her mind was in a mess, and she just couldn't fall asleep. She kept thinking of her past with James, and his face flashed across her mind from time to time. She even heard some familiar male voices and strange female voices, which made her have a headache.

I smiled when he glared at me. "I will tell you one thing but don't make a joke of me or tease me or think me weak cause I'm strong." Why was he so cute? My heart was going like BEEP BEEP, so loud that the male might have heard it. Gosh, what was wrong with me? "Okay." "So.....I can' even take a nap in the dark cause I get nightmares but I can't sleep when lights are open because I just can't sleep in light." He sighed, not understanding himself what he was saying.

I closed my eyes. But sleep didn't come.

I never knew it would progress into something this serious. I had to get some sleep but I lay awake in bed, eyes refusing to comply with my desire for slumber, refusing to shut and all I could do was gaze at the blandly painted ceiling , silently trapped in my own thoughts that were lewdly centered on my best friend's mother.

Her body tensed every time the gusts of wind disturbed her. "Sleep, Gia! It’s just the wind. Nothing is coming out of the darkness. That’s just make-believe!" She had tried to convince herself thousands of times, but her mind remained restless, preventing her from feeling sleepy. "This isn’t working!" Gia complained silently. She still worked tomorrow and didn’t want her job to suffer because of lack of sleep. "Hazel?" Gia would have screamed if her face wasn’t buried in the pillow, muffling her gasp.

Malakai lay awake on the bed. His mate lay asleep beside him, her head resting gently on his chest. He kept his eyes fixed on the timber ceiling above them, unable to fall asleep, unable to close his eyes. Whenever he dared to slip toward slumber, all he could see was a threat to the life of his mate—the image of steel, poison, and human malice encroaching upon her. Sleep eluded him entirely.

It looks like a face screaming. He doesn’t sleep.

Argh!!! What is happening to me?! I’ve been here for a month now. Yet, I still have trouble sleeping. Darn it! Why is it so hard to get enough sleep in this house? Is the house haunted? Or am I haunted? I kept tossing around to find a better position to sleep, but it still didn’t work.