Russian Sleep Experiment Story Novels & Stories

"I know what we did was bad. This will just be a one night stand. I can't say that I was raped because I've loved it. I love how you made me special. I love how you made me a woman. I love how you made me beautiful. I love how you made me feel loved. I love how ----" "Grace" the guy murmured in his sleep "So yeah, back to reality. Bye" tears fell from her cheek. She took her clothes and took her things and left the room. 3 hours passed by. I have to go! Gina's cart is no longer here! And it's already 8 in the evening! Vladimir suddenly woke up. "Graaaaace!" Vladimir shouted. He jolted and touched the other side of the bed. "Where's Gra----" Vladimir’s head was aching! He can't move an inc

From where he was standing, this looked very very bad. “I slept walked,” I still tried to explain, blurting out whatever came to mind. “It’s been happening. I swear. This wasn’t… I wasn’t... I just fall asleep sometimes and wake up at your room. Well usually not in, but outside at your door. And—” I stopped as I noticed his nostrils flaring as he was clearing taking in a scent, and his pupils dilated to twice the size they’d been. Oh shitake mushrooms! “Techka…” Nikolai murmured.

The laboratories abroad would always ostracize her. At that moment, this man appeared. She used to think it was all just a dream. Initially, he gave her the idea to carry out a social experiment, which was to sabotage Anastasia and make her fat and weak without her knowledge. These were all ideas given to Rhea by the man before her. Then he disappeared into thin air as quickly and suddenly as he had appeared. Sometimes, Rhea even doubted if it was just a dream and that such a person did not exist. She used to think it was just her subconscious mind.

I called out,my voice still gruff with sleep but there was no answer. She hadn’t slept well last night—even being curled up to me, she had found it difficult to fall asleep. I hadn’t asked questions or prodded to know what the nightmares were about but i could tell that they upset her. I’d stayed with her, whispering words of comfort in Russian until she drifted asleep, her fingers still holding me for comfort.

Not only because I’d built and dismantled things since I was five while living in Russia but because the things they’d done to me in the lab made it easier for me to pick something that didn’t require emotions I was the only one who’d picked it. I watched as my wife slept soundly like a baby, her chest heaving up and down as she burrowed her small body into me, her nose nuzzling into my neck with a contented sigh. I never liked people touching me let alone sleeping in my bed. But with her, I found it hard to let her go, or to sleep anywhere other than at her side I’d learned that about my body when I could barely close my eyes while on my last mission. There was something about the way she l

Russia may have birthed some of the most brutal supernatural hunters I have ever come across, but they also birthed some of the best vodka I have ever tasted. The trip across the water was slow and incredibly boring. The water was calm, thankfully. But the boat was fucking slow. I was only able to push it up to nine knots before I thought it was going to fall apart. Which meant I was in for a long night. I took a nap, I skimmed through a book I found, I tinkered with the pipes that the old man was working on, and I downed what was left in the whiskey bottle. When I laid back down on the cot I found in the hull, I was pretty well tipsy. The buzz wouldn’t last long, but long enough to knock me

Therefore, we remembered the method, but if you choose between nights with two alphas at your side and a fully humanized existence, I choose the first one. Falling asleep with two rather powerful men on a double bed was not an easy task. We were sometimes cramped, sometimes hot, sometimes uncomfortable. It's funny, from Dyusha's comments when I tried to push Vitka into the wall in order to win more space for myself. Then the conversations of these two alphas prevented me from falling asleep. After all, they were not going to sleep at all, so as not to miss the moment when I would start having a nightmare. As a result, the boys had to agree to sleep in turns, waking each other every two hours

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He stood up, walked to the window, then turned back slowly with a wicked grin. “I’m just saying... Igor has a bear in Siberia that acts a lot like you. Sleeps all day. Wakes up only if there’s salmon or honey. And bites anyone who dares to talk too early.” “Pascha Romanov,” I hissed, throwing a pillow at him.

This whole nightmare thing is news to me, so yeah, I’m just as surprised as you are," I said quickly, the words tumbling out too fast as I kept my eyes anywhere but on his. Dr. Roman studied me for a long, quiet moment, then gently set his pen down. "One last question," he said, his voice softening like he didn’t want to startle me. "Just so I know what to prescribe to help you rest, would you say you're a light sleeper or a deep one?" "Rest? He should try saying that to my father. I’d barely returned and already managed to turn half of Russia on its head. Not only had I been lying useless in this bed for three straight days, but he actually believed sleep was the solution to the storm I was

It's almost 3pm right now and as we were taking a straight flight to Russia, that means we had about 7 hours. I entered the bedroom and saw Matteo laying on the bed faced up with his arm under his head while his eyes were closed but I knew he was not sleeping. I was still mad at him and didn't want to lay on the same bed so I walked towards the couch on the other side of the room and laid there. The couch was so uncomfortable but I could manage, I threw a blanket over myself and closed my eyes ready to embrace sleep again even though I was still very hungry...