Quotes Sleepless Nights Novels & Stories

Mike nodded as a blush crept up his cheeks. “She is and will always be my patient and your girl. Keep that crystal clear. No interference. She was not suffering only nightmares but insomnia due to that. She merely gets 3 hours of sleep a day and refuses to take sleeping pills since she wants to be able to wake up when the nightmare strikes. So, I give you no option but to sleep with her or do whatever that you do to make her sleep” a huge responsibility landed on his shoulders. How is he supposed to convince her to sleep with him as a friend?

Nevaeh liked that feeling that came as she lay there. It was safety and security but more than that it was belonging. However false it might be, for this night she belonged in Aiden’s arms. And there was no place she’d rather be. “Ok… Tell me the everything part.” “I don’t sleep much at night. Never have… So that’s the everything part. Just my normal habits.” “Why don’t you sleep?” Nevaeh shrugged, reluctant to tell a bold-faced lie and say she didn’t know. Her therapist and she had gone over every detail of why she didn’t sleep for years. Tracing it to the night her mother had died.

Sleeping wouldn’t be a bad choice, either. A week had passed since her graveyard dream, and she was still having trouble getting a full night’s sleep. She had not experienced any other weird dreams that she could remember, but she woke up a couple of times almost every night and wasn’t always able to fall right back to sleep. She had hoped her talk with Rave yesterday might help, but last night had been as restless as the others. Oh, well, she thought, sleep wasn’t going to be much of a priority for the next week anyhow.

Dr Ashford yawned while answering Aaron’s call. “Doctor, I slept for six days and night continuously,” Aaron spoke up in a single breath. Dr Ashford’s sleep ran out of the city. He coughed hard to digest things. Aaron was treated by many doctors but his insomnia wasn't cured by any medicine. It was unbelievable for Dr Ashford. He almost screamed in reply, “What? How?”

MILES: I couldn't admit to myself that I was struggling to get a good night's sleep. That familiar feeling of restlessness had crept back, and as Saturday slowly unfolded, my heart felt bitter, sad, and unsettled. I hated this recurring emotion that had plagued me before, but I couldn't pinpoint the reason. This inconvenience had pushed me out of bed, and I thought distracting myself with a run might help until I learned of Meredith's absence.

Amelia's POV The night air was heavy with a sense of unease as I lay in bed, my body bathed in sweat. Sleep had eluded me for nights on end, replaced by a series of haunting nightmares that left me shaken and fearful. Each night, as I closed my eyes, I was transported to a realm of darkness and mystery, where cryptic messages and ominous warnings whispered in the recesses of my mind.

Tyler's POV Stupid night Excruciating, soul-draining night. I haven't slept a wink. Not a nap, not a doze—not even a blink that lasted more than four seconds. My body? It feels like it was used as a human punching bag by a group of MMA-trained gorillas. Every muscle in me is throbbing like it's trying to beat its own drum solo. And yeah, sure, part of the reason I can't sleep is because every time I shift even an inch, my body screams like I'm being stabbed. But the real reason?

Hearing Shirley's soft breathing, a faint smile appeared on Keith's lips, and he also drifted into a deep sleep. If he hadn't experienced it personally, he probably wouldn't have believed it. During his business trips, whenever he laid down, all he could think about was Shirley's soft body, causing him to toss and turn, unable to sleep. Eventually, he simply suffered from insomnia, unable to feel the slightest bit of tiredness.

The third night she couldn’t sleep. This wasn’t unusual for her — she’d always been a light sleeper, prone to waking at 2 or 3am and lying in the dark with her thoughts for company. At home she had systems for it. Herbal tea, a specific playlist, a book she kept on the nightstand for exactly this purpose. Here she had none of those things.

I sat up slowly and reached for the water on the nightstand, but the glass was empty. I turned my head and froze when I saw Adam on the floor, doing push ups like a completely unwell person. His shirt was off, his back flexing with each movement, his hair falling over his forehead as he kept going like sleep was a rumour he refused to believe in. I grabbed my phone and checked the time, “Adam.” He kept moving, “what?” “It’s almost seven in the morning.” “I know.” “You haven’t slept a wink since last night.” He stopped, sat back on his heels, and dragged one hand through his hair, “I know. I have insomnia.”