Russian Sleep Experiment Story Novels & Stories

Her lips were reddened from the kiss we had shared before that meeting. Well, she didn't really reciprocate my kiss, but I figured I caught her off guard. That woman would get used to me over time; I was sure of that. I got out of bed to change my clothes, although I only took off my pants and shirt, and got into bed next to her. Her scent and warmth were almost like a drug, but I turned my back and prepared to sleep. I had also had a tough and tiring day... ... Margaret The next morning, when I woke up, I tried to orient myself. I looked at the ceiling of the room and remembered that I was now in Russia.

He whispered her name before he fell on the couch and without realising his lips kept on murmuring her name as he slipped through another restless sleep where she ruled his dreams once again. Cyril Sokolov seemed to really have lost his mind this time. ___________________________ Next will be updated soon, keep on liking and commenting. Till the next adios

"She wouldn't let me wake you up. I tried to tell her." "Power nap?" Alice sneered as the room flooded with light. "As if sleeping for a few minutes could make up for having a broken night's sleep. "But it can!" Roxy shot back hotly. "There's been loads of research done on it. If you don't believe me, look it up on the web." "Oh." The older woman tutted, raising her gaze to the ceiling. "Like I've got time to skate the web." "Surf the web," Roxy and I corrected in unison.

RUSLAN'S POV One minute, I was trying to shove her out of my fucking mind and cut off every forbidden seed growing inside of me, but guess what? The next minute, I was spouting out explicit words that got her so fucking wet at the pool. ~~~~~~~~ I couldn't sleep at night due to restlessness. Jesus fucking Christ, Ivana Alex was all over my thoughts and her face dominated my mind. I couldn't sleep a fucking wink. Dressed in just sweatpants, I left my room, strolling out of the mansion to get some air, maybe, just maybe after then, I would be able to sleep.

Terribly. I drifted off to sleep only to be found by my nightmares. My Russian nanny had put me to sleep. After the way ma kicked me, I was scared. I didn’t go to the room for one day even though I listened to the whimpers. But my curiosity got the better of me. My little feet took me to the same room from where I heard painful whimpers. “Ghost?” I whispered. “Are you there?” It was very dark but I couldn’t sleep because I heard those pitiful noises.

Night is the most terrible time of the day, revealing to us the most hidden fears. They come out of our inner darkness and always attack suddenly, tormenting and poisoning every cell. I wanted to move Nikita's bed to Grisha's and my bedroom so that I could be there all the time at night, but Alyosha said that I would only rummage from corner to corner and disturb the child's sleep, and I had to agree with this. If during the day I still somehow wanted to sleep, then at night it was as if matches had been inserted into my eyes, and they simply refused to close.

His body collapsed on top of mine, though I could tell that he was careful not to hurt my shoulder, his head laying on my chest as he breathed hard, catching his own breath trying to normalize it before he pulled out of me and laid down beside me, softly pulling me to his chest. I cuddled into Nikolay’s arms, feeling my eyes get heavy, Nikolay’s body already relaxing as he closed his eyes. The man hadn’t slept for a while and I knew that he planned on going out to the club, but he called Vladimir to tell him that they would let that be tomorrow. I was glad that he did, he needed the rest, having stayed awake last night, then today as the case of my ‘brother’ rose. “Did you sleep baby girl?”

Tension drained from Katia's neck and shoulders when she saw him chatting with two of his roommates at the far side of the pool. It was time for a test, a small test of her latest theory. Like so much of Russian science it took established and sometimes mundane theories and pushed it to the extreme. In her case, the experiment built upon the recent scientific confirmation that men described fertile women as more appealing, even their voices. This though would test the bounds of that.

--- *Thursday | 4:00am | He Starts Slurring* Elena had been reading emails but she kept glancing over. Ryan was talking to himself under his breath as he worked. “Section 4.2… no, that’s wrong… move it to 7…” Elena said, “When was the last time you slept?” Ryan said, “I don't know... Sunday night.” Elena said, “That was 48 hours ago.” Ryan said, “I know.” Elena said, “Ryan, stop.” Ryan said, “I can’t. This is Test 2.”

Although I think most of last night was about both of our pleasure rather than the challenge. At one point, I was scared I'd be like the girl who had her hip broken. But alas, mine was one of the more common ones. We'd barely gotten up to two hours of sleep and when I finally woke up, I tried to stand up but my legs gave out immediately. “I hate you,” I said, glaring at the sleeping Nikolai. “You can't possibly hate the person who's given you the best night of your life,” he replied cockily, opening one eye. I was startled and moved back a bit.