Ost Of While You Were Sleeping Novels & Stories

Analiese I woke up in the middle of the night. It was pitch dark in my room. I looked out the open door and could see the house was dark. Everyone would be asleep. I felt Oscar next to me, like he had been for a couple of weeks now. He had taken up the habit of sleeping under a separate blanket for the sake of my parents, namely my father. Just like the way the door was always left open.

*** Tristan Cole I'd fallen asleep again on the couch last night, well like pretty much every other night since Freya had left. I couldn't sleep in our bed anymore, waking up in the mornings was absolute torture. The first few seconds of waking up, I was always peacefully oblivious to the fact that Freya wasn't there. Then every time I'd instinctively reach out for her, all that greeted my touch was her cold and empty side of the bed. Then the reality would kick in, and the pain would hit me all over again. Sleeping on the couch wasn't much better, but as I was having trouble sleeping, I'd stay up as late as I could watching Netflix and drinking beer until I passed out.

Oliver I wake up with my mouth against Kir's collarbone and a problem in my nether regions. The problem isn't a problem in the strictest sense of the word. I've woken up obscenely turned on by the man I'm pressed against, while he has the audacity to be deeply asleep. I'm doing the slow grinding work of pretending to be still asleep myself while my hips give me away every fifteen seconds against the warm hard line of his thigh. It's twenty past nine. We've slept absurdly late. The team will be downstairs being insufferable about us.

In his sleep. “Dada.”

“Things at home haven't been great, my father and I keep pushing each other and I know at the end of the day one of us has to give, but one thing I know for sure is that it's definitely not going to be me. You know I had a dream last night, a dream that I wished would be real but I know would never happen. We were in our house and I was pregnant and I was so excited that we were having a baby, but then the door to our room opened and about five tiny kids ran into our room and jumped on the bed, they were all miniature versions of you and me, I guess we were well on our way to having those ten kids but then I woke up and I wanted more than anything to live in that dream because it was way be

CHAPTER 73: Worried about you Olivia stirred slowly, her lashes fluttering against the heaviness of sleep. It was the kind of heaviness that only came with a drug induced sleep. The world around her swam before it settled into clarity: the same room, the dark sheets, and the same dark scent. But this time, mixed with the scent of soap, faint steam curled through the air. A soft sound reached her, water cascading against the tile. The shower.

or you start like girl again I am nothing like girl I am strong boy and stop making full of me well you is talking I feel sleepy now I am going go watch dream where bueatifull girl feed me cake so good night goodnight and I am not girl but you sound like one you haven't sleep I will not going to listen anything now so just sleep

I had tried to wake up when I realized there was something warm and heavy on top of me. I blinked and looked down to find Dominic sound asleep. I smile softly, feeling a warmth spread through me as I watch him sleeping peacefully beside me. His chest rises and falls rhythmically, and his features are relaxed in slumber. He looks so handsome, so serene at this moment. He looks so fucking innocent, a complete contrast from the man he is when he's awake.

Olivias pov Later that night, I slid into bed next to Alexander, the warmth of his body immediately soothing my lingering anxieties. The room was quiet, save for the gentle hum of the night outside and Alexander's rhythmic breathing. His presence was a grounding force, anchoring me against the storm of emotions and fears brewing within me. Slowly, I closed my eyes, seeking refuge in the comfort his proximity provided.

Revolt MADALINA Leaning against the door of Alexei's car, I yawned due to lack of sleep. Last night went at a snail's pace as I stared aimlessly at the ceiling, afraid to fall asleep. What if I met the werewolf in my dream again? My mom's hypothesis of meeting the fated mate during my sleep unsettled me and it stirred some paranoia in me.