Ned Sleep Blend Novels & Stories

“Just breathe.” Her hands worked expertly across my shoulders, easing the tension that had been sitting there for days. The scent of the oils and the rhythmic sound of her soft humming lulled me into a foggy calm. When she was done, she handed me a glass of water and a small pill. “Melatonin,” she said. “It’ll help you rest.” I took it, showered quickly, and changed into one of Damian’s old shirts I’d found folded neatly in the drawer. The scent of him surrounded me as I slipped into the bed, clean sheets cool against my skin.

There was still no guard, so I crept into Dmitri’s rooms. I looked through each room of his suite. I could only catch a light lingering scent of spice and sandalwood. There were no other signs of him. I don’t know why I grabbed one of the pillows off his bed and carried it back across the hall with me. It was comforting to curl up with something that smelled like him while being wrapped in a blanket that smelled like Sophie. With the weighted blanket we’d pulled from my boxes that my parents had bought it for me to help with the reoccurring nightmares I used to have, a sense of peace settled over me. I fell into a dreamless sleep.

I lay back, resting my head on the pillow, and closed my eyes, letting out a deep sigh. The scent of Alpha Red's cologne, the feel of his bed, and the sense of safety that came with being in his space all combined to lull me into a deep sleep. I didn't even realize I was drifting off until it was too late, and I was fast asleep on Alpha Red's bed.

And now, I'm laying on my back as I feel the soft mattress and the soothing scent of my pillows are starting to fill my nostrils. "Goodnight, Konieee... Let's sleep now." I heard Blake said. He's now laying beside me as we tuck our body to the soft blankets. I feel his arms snaked on my waist so I hugged him back as we shared body heats to accommodate the intoxicating cold of the night. "Goodnight, Blake..." I mutter as I nuzzle on his comforting scent. It's been a long day. I really want to sleep now. °°°

Sharon smiled and said, “Sure. But I’d also like to state in advance that it’s best to have a specially prescribed bottle of fragrance for the circumstances you just mentioned. Of course, since you can’t tell me the specific details of the situation, then I recommend this one for now. This fragrance happens to be effective for this aspect, so take a bottle with you.” She made an internal call and asked her assistant to pack up an essential oil blend named ‘Night Elf’ before bringing it to her. “Take this and place it into an aroma lamp an hour before he goes to sleep. If it’s effective, he’ll feel sleepy usually half an hour later,” said Sharon. “Thank you. How much does this essential oil b

I push it wider and step inside. Jesus. I didn't realize how much she liked the color purple. There's literally purple everywhere. The room smells like her—a warm vanilla floral scent. It’s everywhere and—fuck—my dick twitches hard in my jeans before I can stop it. I swallow. I shouldn’t be here. But, I’m already moving deeper into the room anyway. Her desk is tidy but occupied. A couple textbooks stacked. A half-empty water bottle with a purple silicone sleeve. And right in the middle, face-down but open, a paperback novel. The spine’s creased like it’s been read a hundred times.

I asked. “It’s a sedative blend,” Mr. Petecin replied. “It’s prepared with passionflower and valerian root extract, combined with a touch of chamomile and a hint of lemon balm, natural herbs known for their calming properties. These ingredients, when taken orally, help to soothe the mind and ease agitation, allowing for a deep, restorative sleep.” He took out a spoon from his bag and poured himself some, licking the spoon dry to my satisfaction. Brielle returned to the room with a spoon and, at my approval, gave it to him.

He could understand why, it was hard enough for her to take in that this was the person he’d been dreaming about for as long as he could remember, let alone that she was now with Andrew wherever he went, helping him with the remedy. Bridget stormed out, but it didn’t matter. Andrew was almost there with his labours: the remedy wouldn’t take long now to work up, just like a snakebite antidote once you had the poison. Suzanne told him it was growing harder for her to suppress the Sleepers, though. They know what you’re doing, and now you’re a real threat to them. They’ll do everything they can to stop you. Even now more are coming from beyond the hospital. You have to hurry, Andrew. Please hur

When Lena met him, the first thing she asked was, "Mr. Page, is something troubling you? You look like you're in a bad mood." Grayson furrowed his brows. "It's nothing," he replied. Lena replied, "I'm not trying to pry into your affairs. However, your mood will affect how well you sleep." "I know that." Lena did not say anything else. Instead, she handed him the scented sachet which she had prepared beforehand. "This sachet is the same as the previous. You just need to put it below your pillow. You can pair it with the reed diffuser if it's ineffective. I've also formulated the scent for the reed diffuser. They're all in this box," she explained.

It sounds almost vulnerable. I stare up at him, my grip on the blanket loosening just a fraction as a memory surfaces. “A nightmare…” I murmur, looking closely at the weariness etched into his features. “You told me once before... that you suffer from insomnia. That you rarely sleep. And that Katniss, your fiancée, gives you a tonic that helps you sleep every night.” Sven lets out a dry, bitter breath that sounds almost like a laugh, though there is no humor in it. He stands at the foot of the bed, looking down at me with an unreadable expression. “Is this you being jealous?”