Oswald Sleepover Novels & Stories

Joan’s POV： Noah's aggressive moves instantly took me back to that night, which was a "sleepless" night. To be honest, I really wanted to have a rest, even if ten minutes, but I was not allowed to...The familiar smell of his breath enveloped me. It had been a long time since us to have such a close interaction since that night. He seemed impatient and couldn't wait to convey me. But I was a little distracted now holding the phone because I was still waiting for Fletcher's response.

Strauss’ assistant wriggled out of his arms, and began sprinting back up the street towards her boss. Giving a sigh, Jackson set off after her. This was really testing the limits of his luck. As he ran, he took in the surreal details ahead: not only was the bus on fire, but also several Sleepers—not that it seemed to be slowing them down in the slightest. They were still attacking their opponents, in some cases causing them to catch light as well. The sky was darkening, and the glow of all this gave the scene a strangely hellish appearance. The Sleepers were also all over the British jeep, like limpets on a rock, covering it entirely. And the car park was swarming with them, all the people w

It felt more like a museum than a home. "Your room is upstairs," Adrian said behind me. "Third door on the left." Your room. Not our room. Right. Because this was business. I lifted my chin, ignoring the stupid little pang in my chest. "Perfect. I'm beat." "Would you like dinner first? Rose can—" "I just want to sleep." I was already heading for the stairs. "It's been a long day of pretending to be in love with you." I felt his eyes on me as I climbed the stairs, but I didn't look back. The third door on the left opened to a bedroom bigger than my entire apartment. The bed alone could sleep a small army.

He shivered and murmured something incoherent, prompting another tear to slide down her cheek as she lifted his jacket and draped it around him like a blanket. Another violent shiver coursed through his body, causing fear to clutch at Hailey's heart. She settled beside him, leaning her back against the wall. Tentatively, she let her thumb graze his forehead and slide down to his cheek. His lips parted in response, and he instinctively leaned into her touch in his sleep. A blush crept into her cheeks, and she quickly withdrew her hand, keeping it firmly by her side.

In a few minutes, Oswald was drunk, so Javier decided to go bar for drinks while he returned to take Oswald. Javier made the payments, and when he returned, he met a girl seducing Oswald, who was too weak to even refuse her. He walked to them and carefully pulled Oswald out as he drove home. As soon as they entered with Javier dragging drunk Oswald along, Rosy also came in. Rosy noticed Oswald’s drunken state and asked Javier, who explained everything that happened to her. Rosy promised to speak with Oswald the next day when he was sober before heading to her room. After settling everything, Rosy lay down and reflected on everything that happened the whole day, and before she closed her eyes

*WARNING*: This chapter contains 18+ scene. ******* "Oswin, don't! NO!!!" Sean screamed at the top of his lungs. His body jolted, making him sit bolt upright on the bed. His eyes were wide open. Beats of sweat condensed on his forehead and occasionally rolled down his cheek, running along his jawline before dropping to the blanket that fell to the lower half of his body. "Sean." Oswin walked out of the living room. He made his way to the bed and sat down next to his lover. His brows furrowed with worry." Wake up. You're having a nightmare."

Lucas motions to the pizza boxes. Alice chuckles and gets up to the fridge to collect orange juice. "Feast away your hangover." Lucas chuckled taking out a slice. "We're planning a sleepover tonight at ours. There will be Pizzas, junk food, and countless movies on N*****x. So what's up?" Lucas asked, stuffing a whole slice in his mouth. Lucas and Olivia were roommates in an apartment. "I'm in. Bobby is not in the city and I'd love to come. What about you Elsa?"

CHAPTER 3 13 months ago Oswald scanned the narrow street carefully, making sure to see no one had been on his tail. He pulled the cloak closer to himself as he trotted down an alleyway lined with algae. He watched children play with 'snowballs' and wrestle themselves in their wolf form. He watched a woman tendering to the apple tree just outside her house. He was yanked off the alleyway almost immediately, and he found himself inside a dark room, and his supposed captor closing the door quickly.

Jasmine nearly threw a pillow at her own face. Kelsey slapped the floor loudly. “I knew it!” Yvette blinked once. “Statistically speaking, sleepovers often increase emotional attachment.” “Thank you, research department,” Kelsey muttered. Anne rolled her eyes weakly. “Nothing happened.” “Sure,” Jasmine replied suspiciously. “Seriously.” That only seemed to disappoint them further. Anne explained the night slowly after that. The drinking, the pool games, passing out, waking up on Derek’s floor half dead from alcohol poisoning.

“Are you sleeping over?” Without thinking, I thought, fuck it, Jeremiah could wait one damn night. These girls couldn’t. “Yes. As a matter of fact, let’s have a sleepover party. How about we set up in the living room with blankets, snacks, movies, everything?” Rose's and Anna’s faces lit up like the morning sun breaking through storm clouds. Even little Sophia babbled happily, waving her chubby fists as if she understood. “I have never had a sleepover,” Rose muttered, almost shy.