Open When You Cant Sleep Novels & Stories

I couldn’t sleep. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw that text. Nobody will help you when the vote comes. At two AM, I gave up. Got out of bed. Pulled on a sweatshirt over my tank top and pajama shorts. Padded barefoot to the kitchen. The penthouse was dark. Silent. Just the hum of the refrigerator and the city lights filtering through the windows. I grabbed milk. Started heating it on the stove. Aunt Clara used to make warm milk when I couldn’t sleep. Said it was magic. It wasn’t. But the ritual helped.

And I really want to sleep because I was already talking a lot, it'll just make me even more confused I just closed my eyes, it would help, just trust me. About seven minutes I can also sleep hihi, see I've counted it pfft ZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzZzZZZZZZzzzZZZzzzZzzzzzzzzzz *THE NEXT MORNING*

“A sleep will do the job. I hope so…” Nyx concentrated all the energy that is left on her to feel the aches of their run and the exhaustion they acquired before reaching at Alpha Mikhail's place. She needs it to force her body to shutdown. However, when she is almost taken into the comfort of a slumber, she was unexpectedly disturbed by a knock. She listened. There was no succeeding knock. Nyx might have imagined it. She resumed closing her eyes and dreamed of sweet dreams to comfort her soul. “Nyx? Are you still awake?” A familiar masculine voice spoke from the other side of the door.

EVAN I don’t sleep. Not in the way sleep is supposed to work. I close my eyes. My body goes still. Time passes without rest, like a machine idling in the dark. When I open my eyes again, the room feels unchanged—same pale light pressing against the curtains, same city sounds leaking through stone and glass, same weight sitting on my chest like it’s always been there and I just forgot to name it.

Chapter 13 Jordan POV I didn’t sleep. I tried. I did the whole routine—lights low, phone facedown, breathing slow like I’m in a wellness commercial. I even drank chamomile tea like a woman who has her life together and doesn’t know the meaning of “grand jury.” None of it worked. Because the second I closed my eyes, I felt it again. That spark. That jolt. That heat that didn’t make any sense for two adults who should, at minimum, be capable of behaving like they’ve passed a background check.

The moment I close my eyes, I’m asleep. _____________________

Please, let me sleep. ~~~~

Sleep aid. Normally, I never take anything stronger than ibuprofen. But after everything recently? After the nightmares? After the panic? I don’t trust myself being trapped awake on a plane for seven hours with nowhere to go, especially not after the kidnapping. Especially not in an enclosed space. I stare at the packet for a second before quietly slipping one pill into my mouth and washing it down with some water. Hopefully, this will help me relax. Help me sleep. Help me not to think. My phone buzzes just before I put it on flight mode.

He was half awake when he called me. "Why are you standing there? Jayden asked in a deep tone. "Nothing " "You can't sleep? "Uh... maybe" "Mmm. You know what babe... come here" "Okay. One minute" I shut the window and closed the curtains before returning back to the bed. I sat close to Jayden. "You must be having a hard time. Care to share it with me? "I'm not having a hard time. Just that I can't seem to fall asleep and I do not know why. Look, I'm not worried about anything okay "

Alpha Adrian I haven’t been able to sleep properly for weeks. It’s not like I’m a sleeper on a normal day, but for sometime now, every time I try to close my eyes, I feel like the walls are closing in on me. Like there’s something inside me that wants to get out by all means. Tonight, I’m extra angry and frustrated and it’s because I have to take my shot. I do this every once in a month. I silently wonder how long I'll continue doing this.