Romans & histoires Nothing Good Happens After 2am Dramione

"We're famous. Notorious. Everyone wants to see the freaks who broke all the rules." "We're not freaks." "To them we are. We're either a miracle or an abomination. Depends who you ask." "Great. So now we have stalkers. Perfect." Mira yawns. Finally getting sleepy again. "Come on, baby. Let's try sleep again." This time she actually sleeps. For three whole hours. We manage another hour before the palace wakes up. Servants everywhere. Preparing for the day. "Morning meetings," Damon groans. "Already?"

I fall asleep damn near as soon as my head hits the pillow. When I wake up, the clock reads 2:08 PM. Jon is asleep beside me. I'm not sure when he got in. I passed out around 5:30 AM. I doubt he could have woken me if he tried. Jade's quick and powerful combat skills in the war drained us. He looks so adorable, lying on his back with his right arm behind the back of his head. I kiss his cheek, and he doesn't stir. I know he's exhausted, too.

Chapter 25 Damien Priest POV It was Friday morning… After everything that went down last week Amara and I have been taking it easy in our apartment. I finally found the perfect place for us to go on our honeymoon. It’s not like we could go out anyway, so we’ve been catching up on much needed sleep. Amara’s still getting these terrible night terrors. It worries me, I try to be supportive and hold her hand through this, but she won’t talk to me.

Thane's POV I woke up almost an hour earlier than my usual time. It was still very dark. The time was just 4:32AM. In a very long time, that was the best sleep I had had, although it was very short. I never expected it to happen. I had spent the evening begging Rose to come over, but she wouldn't agree because it was a full moon and their security was always at its peak due to the invasion of several boys. I planned to jerk off for most of the night until it all happened.

JALEN’S POV Sunday morning, 2:00 A.M. Damn. And when I say damn, I mean DAMN , because Aria is amazing. After three hours of non-stop making love, well, in my eyes it was making love, but in reality, it was some hard-core fucking. My body felt like it had been completely drained, every ounce of me left in her. After that last climax, we both passed out cold.

I muttered under my breath, redialing the number. “Maybe we could find a nearby facility, where she could get immediate attention if Selene isn’t coming through,” Damon said. “I wouldn’t blame her if she doesn’t respond, It is 01:00 a.m in the morning.” “Hello?” Selene mumbled through the phone. Her voice came out husky and rough. “What’s wrong?” She asked.

“Lately I have been having trouble sleeping at night and I wake up all sweaty, feels like I need to be somewhere else. Do you think it’s connected?” Darius Paused in deep thought, “Hmm, I’m not exactly sure. The full moon is not for about a few days from today. Here,” He said, procuring a glass vial from a drawer under his desk, handing it to him. “Starting tonight I want you to drink 2 sips from this. Just come back to me whenever the vial gets empty for a refill.”

There are very few people who can understand the dynamic between him and his friends, and he often grows tired of trying to explain it. "Let's head back," says Damon, "I wasn't kidding when I said we needed to discuss your new job." * When Adira finally walked through the door to her apartment at 2 a.m. she wanted nothing more than to collapse into bed and sleep for the next 12 hours, unfortunately, that wasn't an option. She trudged slowly through the rooms, stopping for a glass of water before opening the safe housing her real phone. She stared at it for a moment contemplating all that had happened that night before shooting a quick message to Roy to let him know that she was ok.

And now, with her eighteenth birthday just two days from today, her nightmare became longer and hotter in a sense as if she was soaked to be boiled. Glancing at the alarm clock on her side table, Cent groaned when she found out that it was still three AM. Like always, she would wake up every three AM from that hellish dream. Sitting up, Cent fisted her long raven-colored hair. “Fucking perfect,” mumbled Cent. Her day would always start like this. Waking up from some weird psychotic dream then she would spend the remaining hours of dawn doing yoga as she listened to the soft tune of Mozart’s piece through her Bluetooth earphone.