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she said, looking at us. I nodded as Ryan told me all about his show and tell and his day. He was talking so fast it was hard to keep up. He finally spoke so much that he fell asleep next to me. I dozed off as well. Hoping the nightmares would stay away tonight. I had a feeling sleep would be a luxury the next few days. —

He said softly, "I want to sleep." Then, he closed his eyes. His breathing began to turn slow. He'd fallen asleep already? Larissa was shocked at how quickly he fell asleep. The country had 300 million young people with sleeping disorders. Ross' ability to fall asleep quickly would've made insomniacs so envious. Larissa changed her posture and piggy-backed Ross instead. She hailed a cab and checked in at a random hotel. Larissa wasn't sure if she sensed things correctly. But she felt like someone had been watching them this entire time.

With no knowledge of which way to go, I hit something hard and I black out. The next thing I know I wake up screaming in my bed, I shiver uncontrollably as the dried sweat makes my hair stick to my head. The sheets tangled at the foot of the bed, but my heart beat is already slowing because I’m at home safe and secure from any of those monsters out there in the woods. It was just a nightmare. In all the 17 years of my life, that would have to be the scariest nightmare I have ever had. I know I can’t go back to sleep after having a nightmare like that, so I get my phone out and check the time, its 2 in the morning I still have 5 hours until I have to get up. What am I going to do? I figure I

I heard my door bell,and ran down,to see Ryan in pajamas pants and a white tee,he was holding some of my favorite snacks,I awwed as I saw the grocery bag,I took em and skipped excitedly to the kitchen and coming back out,with some ice cream in a plate,we stayed up Till about midnight, I yawned and told him I wanted to get some sleep. He said he had too as well,I showed him his room he mumbled about it not being a real sleepover if he wasn’t in the same room, I rolled my eyes and let him sleep with me in my room,and even.. on my bed

Chapter 122 CELESTE The boys had finally gone to bed after what felt like days. the boys had been relentless this time around, asking for more story requests. And also their favourite excuse of I need water. Normally, before, I would be amused at their blantant delaying tactics and find it amusing, but not tonight. Tonight, it felt like torture as I felt ready to explode. I was anxious, and terribly so, because I knew that Xenois wanted to talk to me, and from the look on his face, I knew that it must about something important, although I had no idea what it could be.

Little did they know. The first night, after everyone went to bed, the boys snuck into my room. The walls were thin, so we had to be silent. Jake covered my mouth with his hand as Ryan ate me out under the covers, his tongue relentless. I bucked against his face, coming quietly, biting Jake’s palm. Then they switched. Ryan fucked me missionary, slow and deep, his hand over my mouth now. Jake stroked himself beside us, whispering filth: “Imagine if Dad walked in, seeing his stepsons balls-deep in you.”

With that I fell into a deep slumber. I woke up with a pain in my neck,it wasn't easy sleeping on the bare floor. Also it seemed I had caught a cold, I sneezed and my eyes watered. I checked the time on my Watch..it was one of my most prized possession, it was given to me by Christine as a birthday gift. It was 6:30 AM. I quickly arranged myself, I was hungry as hell,but there was no way I could get anything to eat. The restaurant usually opens by 7:30AM, it would be a very long time but I have no choice.

Her granny called her almost everyday just to know what she saw the previous night and Juana would tell her everything. Sometimes, Juana didn't see anything at all, sometimes she saw good things, but most times, she had nightmares. When her granny called to ask about her dream the night after she saw something about avocados, Juana refused to tell her about it because it involved someone dying. The person was dying. Not dead. She didn't want to imagine any of her parents or even her granny dying, when she tried to, the imagination hurt her so much she got bad headaches. Juana felt like telling someone about it, talking to someone about her whole life, but she wanted a neutral person because

"When our mom left. He couldn't sleep. The sound of a voice... it helps." I looked at this man—this powerful, intimidating billionaire—standing shirtless in a guest room at 2:00 AM, offering to read me a bedtime story to help me sleep. My heart cracked open a little wider. "Yes," I whispered. "Please." He dragged the armchair closer to the bed. He grabbed the book I had been struggling with—a dense sci-fi novel—and opened it to the bookmark. He started to read. His voice was deep, rhythmic, soothing. It wasn't the voice of the CEO. It was the voice of Noah.

“Wow, you picked up on the first ring, were you waiting for my call on your phone?” Roseline's voice echoed over the phone. “Not really, I was about to call you too,” Nora told her. “You seem to be in a good mood, care to share?” Roseline asked and Nora told her about her visit to the beautiful flower field, she didn’t tell her the location or anything but gave details of how her day went and Roseline did the same too, they wished each other good night after nearly an hour on the phone and Nora closed her eyes and for the first time since she got to Italy, she fell into a satisfied sleep.