Oswald Sleepover Novels & Stories

Dresses came out, opinions flew, and the energy shifted into something lighter, excited, happy, real. “I’m going to the salon with y’all,” Victoria said. “And don’t even try to hide what you’re doing with your hair.” I smirked, zipping my lips. “Not saying a word.” She narrowed her eyes. “Oh, you’re definitely doing something extra.” We all burst out laughing. Then she leaned back, grinning. “You get your wolves tonight. Are we excited or what?” That question settled in my chest. Because yeah… We were. “Nobody’s sleeping in their rooms tonight,” Sloane said suddenly. “We’re doing a sleepover.”

“I fucking love your terror.” I shiver. He’s said that before—but what lengths will he go to get it? “What do you think will happen if one of them wakes up?” He turns his head, looking out over the girls spread across the living room. I don’t remember falling asleep. I just remember the dancing, and eventually the exhaustion. Did I decide to lie down? Did we all collectively decide to go to sleep at the same time? Sleepovers generally don’t involve that much sleep. And for Greyson to have gotten in here…

“I’ll explain later.” She followed us, clearly unsatisfied. “Later? Oswald, you show up with a girl in your arms, and you expect me to—” “Not now,” he said firmly, his tone brooking no argument. “It’s been a long day.” “But—” “Later, Mother.” His mother stopped, clearly frustrated, but didn’t pursue him further. Oswald carried me into a lavish room that smelled faintly of cedar and something distinctly him. The bed was enormous, covered in plush pillows and soft blankets. He placed me down gently, removing my shoes with surprising care before tucking the blankets around me.

Right now, I already belonged to them fully, and I could also be called the Luna of the Power Axis Pack, which means that I have more than enough right to listen to their talks. However, right now, a surge of sleepiness and weariness gnaws at me, and I wish for nothing other than to rest on my bed and fall asleep. “No. No. I want to rest a bit. Keep...” Before I could complete my words, Oswald already picked me up in a bridal-style and raced toward our room. He gently laid me on the bed and tucked me in before planting a kiss on my forehead. “Sleep.”

said Oswald's men proudly. “You must be tired. I'll let you rest for the next few hours. After that, we'll practice all the things you guys haven't mastered yet,” said Oswald who then ordered his men to provide food for the two guests at the table. Then chased all his men out of Oswald's house. "Please enjoy. After that you can rest in that room,” Oswald pointed at a room located on the top floor. The only room on the second floor. “Only one room for the two of us?” asked Alessandro in disbelief.

Gwen screamed at the nappy pain. "I told you we should do this the easy way, you wouldn't listen," Oswald jeered, slipping his shirt over his head and flinging it to the corner of the room. He got on the bed and clutched her by the arm as the screams came to a stop, however, her body lay sturdy, it was like something had clamped everything muscle on her body.

As long as she is here, we can get through anything. The months fly by after we rescued Maddie. We had her first sleepover with Jessica that first Friday she was home. All I can say is… earplugs. Preteen sleepovers require earplugs for parents. Even Thomas and Adam could hear them on the floor below us… and the packhouse is supposed to be soundproofed!!! I’m here to tell you, soundproof insulation needs an upgrade.

He said patting my head and playing with my hair making fall asleep on his laps. Lucas, Olivia and I decided to have a sleepover at his(Lucas) place,his house is almost like Jace's but alittle different,we talked,laughed, fought with pillows,ate and later chose to watch The Fault In Our Stars,the movie was so depressing especially the part of Hazel reading her eulogy to Augustus at his pre-funeral,Lucas and I burst into tears and let out a loud cry as I clung to his chest sobbing,Olivia shook her head at our action."Must you guys be overdramatic,he isn't dead yet and you guys are already crying"She chuckled with little drops tears in her face.

Not even close. Olivia stirred behind us, stretching with a low moan. She blinked slowly, her eyes clearing as she took us both in. “Well,” she said, her voice husky, “that was one hell of a sleepover.” Alex laughed, and I couldn’t help but chuckle too. “I’m not sure breakfast will top it,” I said, reaching for the sheets to cover our tangled legs. “I wouldn’t count on it,” Olivia teased. “But I could be persuaded to stay for round two if someone made coffee.”

Max would go to work and make lovely meals for strangers, whereas Grace would sit at her laptop, trying to capture the precise moment when two people stop to be individuals and become a pair. But tonight, they were simply Max and Grace, huddled together on their sofa in their apartment, disputing about what to watch on N*****x and expecting a future that felt both thrilling and inevitable. The unforeseen roommate arrangement has become the most anticipated event in each of their lives. And they were right where they belonged.