Mi Sobrina Dormida Novels & Stories

For the first time Malvina and Sergio faced each other eye to eye and it was then that the delegate was sure that this woman had more secrets than the situation itself, and he was willing to unravel them. In a room illuminated only by the brightness of the moon, Amy was sleeping on her side, hands under the pillow, and quiet, something very different from Soraia who was standing up, wearing a dark blue satin robe dancing in the breeze that came in through the window where she was holding tightly to the sill. Her gaze was lost in the immensity of the moon above that seemed to whisper to her -Augusto-and still show her those green eyes.

Selena’s POV： When I went to sleep with a sore body, I came back to the dream. This dream is a secret that I never tell. It follows me like a ghost. Sometimes it irritates me, sometimes it comforts me. This is a dream about my sister's quinceanera. In my dream, I stood at the entrance to the garden of the Red Moon Pack. This place is familiar to me, but I have a special indescribable feeling today.

He kept mumbling in disbelief, "That's impossible! Patricia locked you in my room with me. You must have slept with me!" I took out a few sleeping pills from my pocket and lifted them in the air for everyone to see while I announced out loud, "It was just in your dreams! I added sleeping pills to the drinks I poured for you and Titus that night. Nothing happened between us!" The look on Titus' face changed, and he glared angrily at my mother. My mother cowered in panic when she saw the look Titus threw at her. She did not dare to look into his eyes.

It was beginning to rain outside, I wish I could wash all the stains life has kept on me away. I scooted close to him and placed my head on his chest and my hand around his abdomen. He tensed for a while but later turned me around spooning me. After some time, I heard his even breath on my neck. I concentrated on the warmth I felt and before I could realize I drifted off into slumber too. “wake up, Sleepyhead!”. Someone was replacing my Alarm clock today. I don't remember the last time I slept so peacefully. Elektra was hovering over me with her hands crossed on her chest.

Sotomayor turns the doorknob of the apartment. "Where to?" "Back at the end on the right..." She says without lifting her head. "Sotomayor... you smell good!" She lays her down on the bed; she takes Sotomayor's hand and pulls her towards her, causing her to fall onto her side. "Rest by my side!... You can't leave so drunk..." Her eyes narrow until she falls asleep. Seeing her asleep there, Sotomayor feels a strong desire to sleep as well. A heavy dream starts closing her eyes, and she eventually lies down next to the girl in a deep sleep that lasts for several hours.

Probably a composite face, or she stole the look of some model I don’t recognize. I’m trying to focus on what she’s saying, but my Latin is rusty. “Somnus. Tantum evigila mandato meo. Servite et vivite. Deficio, et morior.” She hissed before blowing some green shit in my face. I only understood a couple of those words. I heard sleep, live, and die, but everything else was Charlie Brown’s teacher. As I coughed on the green powder, I felt myself free falling. How the hell am I in free fall when I am on the floor? I don’t fucking know. I’m going to blame whatever she blew in my face.

I decide to try it. I head back to Moon's bedroom, remove the sundress and swimsuit, and put on shorts and a tee after a quick, refreshing shower. There are two comfortable chairs in the corner of the room and I curl up in one and begin to read. I fall asleep while José Arcadio Buendía dreams of Macondo. A soft whisper startles me awake. "Señorita?" My head is fuzzy. "Gabriella, I'm sorry. I fell asleep," I say.

or the betrayal of Isabella Moretti. Sabizina lay in the specialized recovery berth, her eyes fixed on the two reinforced pods secured beside her. Leo was a quiet weight, his chest rising and falling in a perfect, rhythmic slumber, while Luna seemed to watch the shadows of the cabin with a precocious intensity that mirrored her father’ss.

And there, emerging from the brilliant light, stood a figure we had not expected to see. It was Luna, the enigmatic witch of the Silverwood, her eyes gleaming with ancient knowledge and power. She held out her hands, a barrier of energy forming between us and the nightmarish entity. "Luna," I whispered, relief flooding my voice. "What are you doing here?" Luna smiled, her voice carrying a note of urgency. "There is more at stake than you realize," she said cryptically. "The true path lies not in confrontation, but in understanding. Conquer your fears, and you shall unlock the key to the Silverwood's salvation."