Russian Sleep Project Novels & Stories

His fingers working on the laptop efficiently. "Don't stop." Vladimir said and that's when she realised that she stopped running her fingers through his hairs. She continued running her fingers through his hairs. Vladimir sighed and slept in no time. Rose continued to ran her fingers through his hairs. Zachariah was done with his work. He closed his laptop. He saw that Vladimir was already asleep.

She couldn’t be with someone she didn’t completely trust. Clearly I’ve been doing it wrong for you to always think I expect something in return. Those words had haunted her ever since. Why was it easier for her to believe everything was an exchange? If he was being true, what was there to be afraid of? Dani looked away from Alexei with a sigh and forced herself to sleep. Landing in Moscow was a jarring experience. The only memories Dani had of Russia was a winter wasteland. Acres of snowy forest was the only scenery she’d ever known, and now standing in this thriving, urban capital was like being in another country entirely.

It’s been nearly a month since everything settled into something close to routine, and yet here I am, staring at the empty space on Ruslan’s side of the bed again. The sheets are cold, meaning he left hours ago. Probably before dawn. It’s been like this for weeks—him disappearing early, coming back late, exhausted, and barely saying more than a few words before collapsing into bed. I press my palm against the spot where he slept, feeling the faint traces of his warmth before sighing and rolling onto my back.

He stepped closer and stared at her lips. The lips are red and pink, looking very cute. She looks so peaceful when she sleeps. Raph Conrad brought his lips to hers, just a light kiss. But satisfying Raph Conrad. By midnight the air in the military camp was a bit cold. Bella Risa wrapped the blanket tightly around her but still felt cold. Raph Conrad was originally not a deep sleeper, so when he heard a small groan: "Hmmm." He frowned and opened his eyes to see a small pile on the sofa. Raph Conrad complained: "This girl can't be quiet when she sleeps."

CRISTIAN “…and with this, we get to sign the deal. The Russians are happy. We're a billion dollars richer. It's a win-win for everyone.” Davidson, one of my specialists concluded, pointing at the big projector screen. There were five of us in this room. We've been teeth-deep working sleeplessly for days, trying to come up with an incredible plan for the Russian project.

I ask, curious. "Nothing special. Nitrous oxide. And when she fell asleep, I sprayed a bit more directly on her face. Still, I think she slipped into a deep sleep just from exhaustion," Roman replies. "She looks sad, even while she sleeps," Sergei murmurs, more serious now. "She fell asleep crying," Roman answers flatly. Silence falls between us. We watch her. So still. Her lashes still damp, her face softened by sleep. Every shape, every curve, every breath—burned into our minds.

“I apologize on Luna Mira’s behalf, Lady Maelis. You shouldn’t feel unwelcome here. We treat our guests with respect.” The way he looked at me at the end made my jaw clench. He turned to the others. “Now, as I was saying, this project will take several months, and we’re open to any investors willing to participate. A common goal brings strength. Together, we’re stronger.” Several Alphas nodded, murmuring their agreement. But what I wasn’t expecting was for the Russian bitch to suddenly say, “I’m also interested in this project. The Rolkovs will be part of it.”

“I’m tired, Ricky.” “I’m just really tired. I feel like I haven’t gotten any real freaking sleep lately,” I responded, and it was the truth. Even before moving into Andrey Volkov’s last night, my sleep for the past few weeks had been terrible. It wasn’t ideal falling asleep every night knowing that any day I could have been asked to give myself to a stranger the next. Nothing but handsy old men and my ailing Papa lived in my head. Until Volkov had decided that he wanted me. Now he was in my head too and burrowing a place for himself there at an alarming rate, his presence clinging to me like a scent I couldn’t wash away.

Except for the sound of her falling apart in the dark. Her breathing hitches again. A cough. Then silence. A long one. My heart strains listening for the next breath, afraid it won’t come. I know she's asleep when I don't hear any hiccups, nothing but her muttering incoherent Russian like she does most nights. Sometimes, it's as if she's reciting her little shows, expressing some regret for enjoying them.

Even if we’re in the house. I walk up to my room. I close the door and lay down on my bed. I think I might just take a nap. ========= “Sofia, Sofia…” Alexsei’s rough Russian accent has me jumping in fright. I sit up on the bed. “What’s going on?” I look out the window, it’s dark out. “Sofia, were you dreaming about something unpleasant?” he asks. I frown shaking my head. “I wasn’t having a nightmare at least…” I think back on the nightmares that have been plaguing me over the last couple of years.