Precious Little Sleep Audiobook Extras Novels & Stories

Sleep, forget the world she was in where a strange man who still follows Dracula’s last order to him, just masturbated over the thought of her naked body. She pulls the pillow back under her head, hoping he’s done for the night and she can actually get some sleep. But his next words had her feeling nauseous all over again. “Goodnight, Little One. I’ll be doing this several times in the night. I hope you’re a deep sleeper, unless you want to watch me. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen someone with a body as fuckable as yours.” He chuckles and she hears the bed creak again. She hopes he’s laying down and not coming closer again. She keeps her eyes closed, hoping for sleep. But having slept

How had he managed to quietly manipulate me over these last six months? As I finished my reading, I closed my book, set it down on my lap and stared at the cover once again: The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty, by Anne Rice. I looked over at the clock radio and squinted to read the time- 2:43 a.m. 'Could that be right? Had I stayed up nearly all night to finish this book?

Pushed it open. And I stopped walking. A nursery. Crib. White oak. New. No stickers, no scuffs. Rocking chair in the corner. Blackout curtains drawn. Changing table with diapers folded in perfect squares. Wipes. Lotion. A white noise machine. A bookshelf. One book. Goodnight Moon. “You… built this tonight?” My voice was barely there. “Four hours and twelve minutes,” he said. “My assistant doesn’t sleep either.” He didn’t say _I did this for you_.

"She's barely been in the family. It's not even up to a month yet. This isn't how things usually go. Why the sudden change? What are you planning old man? He said as he moved. Later in the night Sapphire had woken up to go to the bathroom but then she caught site of a piece of paper that had been slipped through the door. She picked it up and read it. "You will regret the day you stepped into this mansion" Sapphire felt slight chills. Was it from the same person? But how come it was an entirely different handwriting? She couldn't go back to sleep that night so she opted to reading at the desk till she finally fell asleep.

he murmured, his voice soothing and easing the exhaustion that tugged at my senses. The warmth of their bodies, and the sound of their steady breathing, created comfort that lulled me into a peaceful slumber. . Soft giggles... Whispers... Hushed voices reached my ears. How long had I slept? I must be so exhausted I didn't notice my mates leaving the bed. Though I was already awake, I kept my eyes closed and I listened to the faint voices and whispers around me. I couldn't help but smile, my heart swelling with excitement to see my little girl coming home.

But steadily. Bedtime came peacefully. Catherine brushed her teeth. Took her medicine mixed into applesauce. Climbed into bed with Ellie tucked under her arm. Alex opened Goodnight Moon. Halfway through the book Catherine’s breathing slowed. Asleep before the last page. Alex kissed her forehead. Two years old. Alive. Growing. Stable. The words still felt miraculous. Later that night Alex checked her email. One message stood out. Unknown sender. Subject line: Six-Month Milestone Achievement – Anthropic BioSolutions

Nathaniel said. “Another one! Another one!” Sebastian requested. Alisa nodded with a smile. “You want another story, Ali?” Nathaniel asked his daughter. Alisa nodded. “I can’t hear you, baby.” Alisa swayed her body at first, then spoke. “Another one!” Nathaniel chuckled, pinching Alisa’s cheek lightly. “Good girl.” They hadn’t seen Serena yet, so they eagerly listened to another story. The last book Nathaniel read was 'Goodnight Moon.' It was the perfect story to get them ready for bed. As he read, he changed his tone and pointed to the items mentioned in the book. By the time he was done, the kids were satisfied.

This was not an escape; it was a bold beginning. Beside me, Makayla slumbered peacefully, arms crossed like a guard, a stray lock of hair spilling across her cheek in a soft curl. Pockets, our diminutive travel companion, was rolled tight between us in his cozy carrier, snoring with all the force of a small beast fighting off the silence of the plane. Across from us, Clay was already asleep, noise-canceling headphones askew and a half-full bag of pretzels clutched in his palm.

Stubbornness matters most when a woman is alone. There were small, unbidden luxuries to stow away: a scrap of linen soft enough to cradle a newborn, a tiny silver thimble the seamstress had dropped and wrapped in a cloth, the memory of Caelan’s voice I could coax back into my mouth when my heart trembled. I wrapped these things in the stale roll Renna had first smuggled me and hid them beneath the floorboard where the mattress did not touch. It was a small grave of hope.

Soren’s POV My eyes settle on the sweetest sight: Aurelia fast asleep in her crib, and somehow, Raisins has managed to squeeze in beside her. The little guy fits perfectly, curled up like he was meant to be there. It’s impossibly cute. I pull out my phone and snap a picture, already knowing I’ll come back to this moment again and again.