Ost Of While You Were Sleeping Novels & Stories

◇PARV POV◇ I wanna wake up and at the sametime I dont wanna wake up my head is aching like hell I felt I'm sleeping on something soft and something in my mouth I moved and seen its sarah I'm sleeping on her and she is naked what happened to her I'm also naked no no did I do something wrong I seen her body is full of bite marks I tried to wake her "Sarah sarah" she is not opening her eyes I'm sure I might be forced her how I should face you sarah why I became like this

I went to sleep after. NEXT MORNING. I woke up due to the annoying voices chattering in the room. I slowly pulled down the duvet covering my face and sat up sleepily. Gosh,I slept too much. My head is so foggy and I still feel drowsy. I slowly opened my eyes just to meet two naked bodies dancing to the pop music from the speaker. Who are they? There were dollar notes littered on the floor,They stepped on it as they twerk,hyping each other.

He just realizes his words. Sebastian was petrified. It was a simple blurting out of random comments, but it had made a terrifying effect on him. “We did not… none of us fell asleep. Did we?” He is not sure of the correctness of his question. From the moment he opened by his eyes, he had silently complimented the profound sleep that he had, giving him respite after a tedious fighting.

Every slide of the silk brushed against the places he’d kissed, touched, and completely claimed. The library was quiet now, sunlight cutting through the high windows in thin beams. I glanced back at him, sprawled on the leather couch, still asleep. His crisp white shirt was discarded on the floor, and the blanket I’d haphazardly thrown over him barely covered his broad, sculpted chest. God, what had I done? My stomach twisted with shame. Did I just sleep with a stranger? I should regret last night. I should feel guilty. I should feel dirty.

would've made my whole day. But love that comes too late is like candy past its expiration date. It still looks sweet, but it only leaves a bitter taste. I didn't reply. On the fourth evening, we'd just wrapped up an outdoor shoot. As I stepped out of the car, I spotted someone standing by the hotel entrance. Olivia stood there in a black coat, her hair windblown, dark circles under her eyes—like she hadn't slept in days. The moment she saw me, she rushed over.

"Tsk, such a teasing little jinx. Remember to miss me." I frowned and locked the screen. After Mia finished reheating breakfast, she finally realized she had left her phone behind and walked over, clearly nervous. When she saw the dark screen, she quietly let out a sigh of relief. I watched her every move, sneering inwardly. As I stared at the pancakes in my hand, hot on the outside and raw within, my thoughts drifted back to the days when Mia and I first got together. Back then, I was a serious, hardworking senior in college, with good grades and no dating history.

-All you have to worry about is looking beautiful at our wedding. I broke free from his grip and ran away, the being was too fast and managed to catch up with me. It immobilized my body and made me look at it. -No...no... -Stop fighting, you're only delaying the inevitable. My eyes focused on his gaze. I tried to break free but my face started to move on its own and my lips moved closer to his. I woke up just before I kissed him and hugged my mother for calling me. -You've been so sleepy lately, you're waking up later every day.

disappointment? She sat up slowly, running a hand through her messy hair, trying to shake off the last remnants of sleep. She looked down at herself and saw that she was still naked, though covered by the duvet, but her mind wasn't on that now. Where had Oswald gone? He had fallen asleep with her in his arms, and for a brief moment during the short morning, she had felt safe, almost content. Now, his absence left an unsettling void.

“Honestly Andrew, I don’t want to be alone. The events of the last few days have drained me, and I don’t feel like being by myself.” “OK. What do you want to do?” “I would like to change into my jammies and sleep in that big, beautiful bed upstairs.” “OK?” “You snore,” whispered Osiris. “I do not! I don’t snore.” I laughed. “When did you wake up?” I asked Osiris. “I woke up shortly after the snoring stopped. The movie was over, and you stopped snoring, it made the room to quiet to sleep,” chuckled Osiris.

I just lay there and closed my eyes replaying the while event in my head as I drifted off to sleep. *