None Shall Sleep Novels & Stories

I didn't answer, busy covering my body with a white blanket. I was silent; my body felt weak instantly. No words came out of my mouth because my tongue felt so numb looking at Adam, who was topless in front of me. I scratched my head, which was not itchy; my hair was getting messy. I felt frustrated and couldn't think clearly about anything. "What the hell is going on? I don't know either."

Third Person POV Nicklaus walks into his bedroom, he frown at how scattered his blanket and sheets are. But he’s too tired to complain, he takes off his suit and toss it on a couch.. he kicks his shoes off and falls on the bed. He sniffs the sheets as a sweet fragrance swifts through his nose. “Did the laundry man change his washing soap?” He wonders. He sniffs it again and smile. “I like this soap!” He said to himself. Soon he’s already snoring. Meanwhile, Graham couldn’t catch Anastasia.

[Countdown: Two days left.] "Let's start the action! "Mission reminder: Take down the runaway head in the sand city, codenamed 'the Ghost'." I was on edge. I knew one wrong move could mean big trouble. So far, Liam and his team were doing well, deep behind enemy lines. However, out of nowhere, I got this really bad feeling. Zzzt— A sharp electrical noise filled the room, and suddenly, it was pitch black.

"If‍ I wake u​p with bedbug⁠s, I am firing y⁠ou." She chuckled. A sof‍t vibration against m‍y ribs. "Go to sleep, Bo⁠ss." I closed my eyes. The neon light buz​zed. Red. Dark. Re⁠d. Dark. I listened to her br‍eathing⁠. In. Out. I​ matched⁠ my​ breath t‍o hers. And for the first time since the bomb we⁠nt off, the King of Nothing f⁠e​ll asleep.

“You’re not leaving tonight,” Kai Lennox said the words before he could stop them, voice low and rough as he locked the service door at exactly 11:47 p.m. The rooftop bar was hushed, rain still falling in steady silver sheets against the glass, turning the city lights into soft, blurred halos far below. Kai stood behind the counter in his usual tight black button-up, sleeves rolled high, tattoos gleaming under the low amber glow. His ice-blue eyes met Damien’s steel-gray ones with a challenge that felt heavier than the six nights before. “No sneaking out at 2 a.m. like you always do. You stay. Sleep here. In my bed. Or yours. I don’t care which. But you’re not walking out that door before da

Tаkе thеm, drug them uр and then ѕеll thеm. Neon hаѕ lоtѕ of other gіrlѕ, but wе’rе nоt аllоwеd tо tаlk tо thеm. It’s just Lucy аnd me іn hеrе. Shе ѕlеерѕ mоrе thаn I dо, but ѕhе doesn’t dream аnуmоrе. When I sleep I hаvе dreams. Thеу аrе all nіghtmаrеѕ.

Jess POV I woke up feeling… wrong. Not tired. Not hungover. Not stressed. Just wrong. A heavy, dragging feeling weighed me down like my bones were glued to the mattress. My head throbbed, my stomach twisted, and my mouth was dry like sandpaper. “What the hell?” I muttered, pressing my palm to my forehead. I hadn’t eaten anything weird. Didn’t drink last night. Didn’t do anything except stress over—ugh—Dominic Diaz. I groaned.

He won't fall asleep. * *

DANGEROUS POSSIBILITIES ROMAN'S POV I couldn’t sleep. The penthouse was dark and silent, but my mind was loud. Screaming with every worst-case scenario. I lay on my back in the king-sized bed, staring at the ceiling, the city lights casting faint patterns across the room. Noelle’s face kept flashing in my head. The way she had looked at me when I told her I couldn’t touch her. The tears streaming down her cheeks as she sat on the floor.

It feels considerably too cold in any case. That night, I don't sleep at all.