None Shall Sleep Novels & Stories

Cole Sutcliffe Niccola sleeps the way someone sleeps after surviving something they shouldn’t have. Not peacefully, not deeply, but in fragments. Her breathing evens out for a few minutes at a time, then stutters, then steadies again. Her brow furrows even when her eyes stay closed, like her body hasn’t gotten the message that the danger is over.

The Year of no Turning Back Saxa We don’t sing. No candles. No cake. No cheerful announcements. Someone shuts the door against the night like it personally insulted them. The house exhales. A trapped kind of exhale. I don’t sleep. Everyone else drifts off in layers—Ingrid first, slumped in the chair like she fought the dark and lost, Jana last, her hand still wrapped around Tobin’s wrists like she’s afraid he’ll dissolve into mist if she lets go.

“I can take Zion’s.” “What? Is it even alright?” I ask as I glance at Zion. “I mean, we can wake Zion up and I can sleep on the couch.” I offered but Harry was already shaking his head. I travelled my eyes to Neal who is still sleeping outside. “Also, Neal is still sleeping on the sand. Shouldn’t we wake him up or something?” “Nah, Neal is a deep sleeper. It’ll take you hours to wake him up.” I nod at him before glancing at the piano. “Who plays the piano in here?” I ask as I walk towards it.

Ghosts don’t sleep. But neither do we.

I asked her as I dropped my glass on the table and started eating. “ No I’m working a shift at the bakery now,” she answered. “ My shift tomorrow is mainly based at night. Just going in the morning to assist. I got to sleep.” She stood up and patted my shoulder before walking in. I guess ' sleep ' had power over the addiction. Or maybe it wasn't an addiction from the start. ‘ I need to sleep too,’ I muttered and took a drink from my glass. I looked at the television and was frustrated, watching an emotional scene in the Korean drama my mom was watching. I turned it off. I got to sleep.

The only trace he left behind was the flicker of movement on a forgotten hallway camera—too late to flag a warning. Soo-ah’s Room Naelle stood at the window again, unable to sleep. Her fingers traced invisible flames onto the glass. She whispered, “It’s too quiet tonight.” Yuri, curled on the couch nearby, stirred. “Can’t sleep?” Naelle turned. “I feel like something is watching us.” Yuri sat up. “Just nerves. That’s normal.” “No,” Naelle said. “It’s not nerves.” Her voice had changed—lower, sharper.

A video in which the woman is nude and has a camera connected to her body. Seeing as how Remon is lying in bed unconscious, it's hard to argue that he's not awake. "Wake up, sleepy head," the girl in the video said sultrily, "give me five minutes, sweetheart, and I'll make your knees weak." As soon as I couldn't move anymore, I went to bed, where all of the commotion in the room appeared to fade away, and all I could hear was the voice in the video. Why do I need to see it?

He wondered where the villagers were . *** When dawn shone through the door of the Fogou, August snapped awake, stunned that he’d slept much at all. He gazed about the inner chambers of the Fogou and noted that all who’d survived the night, slept. Most snored. True, their fear had been high upon entering the underground chamber, but their bodies—so exhausted from battle and the struggles of the mind to cope with it all—had given out. “Are they gone?” Malitus voice called out, sober and soft in manner August hadn’t heard before then. He did have a tinge of the brew Porcius had found on him, though. Desperate times call for desperate measures, he supposed.

Voices awoke her well before Jo was ready to open her eyes. The sounds of men’s voices discussing something in hushed whispers across the room mingled with another voice, another male, a familiar one, emanating from her own mind, and she realized she’d fallen asleep with her IAC on. That didn’t happen often. By the time she realized it was her Uncle Elliott trying to get her attention, Jo’s eyes were open, and Leo and Zane were looking at her, wearing matching worried expressions.

“Not with you, I hope?” Anton and I both go a bit still as we turn to her. Because…I mean, I don’t think either Anton or I thought for a second that him sleeping on the other half of the bed was scandalous. But now that she says it…my cheeks flush even as Anton clears his throat. “No, Laila, of course not,” he says, lying smoothly. “I’m a ghost – I don’t sleep. I just hang around until Juniper wakes up.” “Oh!” Laila says, her face breaking into a smile. “Oh, of course! I’m sorry! That makes so much more sense.”