Russian Sleep Project Novels & Stories

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.

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

Tyson woke up with a groan, his head feeling like it'd split open. Same nightmare as always. Same thing that haunted his dreams. It was always bad whenever he came back from Russia. This time it was worse. His hopes had risen so high, only to have it crushed into pieces. Back to square one. He pulled out a bottle of painkillers from the drawer, popped one and swallowed. Each trip to Russia drained him more than the last. As he stood in front of the huge panoramic windows of his bedroom, he stared into Manhattan's nightlife.

It reached halfway down my thigh, and well, it was longer than most of my pajamas. Pyotr smiled, heading straight for the bathroom. I lay there watching the Russian brushing his teeth, thinking how strange it would be to sleep in a place other than my room. Not that I had problems sleeping in other places, but still... I'm certainly not used to sleeping in my boss's room.

All prescribed to Sergei Mikhailovich Sidorov. Sergei Mikhailovich. His full name rolls through my mind like something wicked. Russian patronymic, same heritage as Dad's family. The coincidence feels strange, meaningful in ways I can't articulate. But why does a man who radiates control and power need medication to sleep? What keeps someone like him awake at night? More secrets. This house is full of them, and I'm starting to realize my employer carries more darkness than I initially understood. Back in the bedroom, I focus on the massive bookshelf that spans an entire wall—leather-bound volumes in multiple languages, first editions that probably belong in museums. I'm running the microfiber

And as I smiled after seeing Irino’s reaction towards me, Mikhail and Yelena’s reaction even became unpleasant when they witnessed Irino’s tender approach towards me rather than being the most patronizing shifter in the group. “Damn. A lot of unexpected turns have just happened right now, is it the end of the world?” Mikhail jested and was immediately shushed by Svetlana when Alexei suddenly shifted in his sleep. “This one must have been very tired because of what happened last night. It was almost lunch and he was still sleeping.” “It was his first time sleeping that isn’t inside that room, so give him more time to enjoy it,” Svetlana commented before she turned to me. “I shall get back to

Wetting her lips with her tongue, she proceeds to say: "I suppose he must be haunting you." I chuckle faintly. "Why are you awake?" I inquired. "Abel isn't here and I can't sleep without him." She proclaims and my brows narrow. "Why can't you sleep without him?" Tatiana inhales deeply, adjusting a strand of hair by her ear before locking eyes with me. Seeking trust, she hesitates before confiding, "I am not comfortable discussing this with anyone other than Abel." She pauses before clarifying, "Suffice it to say, I suffer from insomnia and nightmares. When Abel is not present, I only manage one or two hours of sleep. However, his presence allows me to sleep longer and alleviates the nightmar

With a sigh, I dragged myself to the bathroom, the hot water a welcome embrace, washing away the day and the evidence of my release. Sleep came quickly, a deep, dreamless void, a mercy I hadn't expected. But it didn't last. My phone buzzed on the nightstand, insistent, pulling me from the darkness. I groaned, squinting at the screen. Lucien. Of course. I swiped to answer, my voice thick with sleep. "Do you people in Russia ever sleep?" I mumbled, burying my face in the pillow. "Or is it all vodka and plotting world domination?"

My mood changed drastically and Sebastian noticed this. He asked what was wrong with me and I didn't know if it was a good idea to tell him what was happening to me. -It's hard to explain. -You didn't sleep very well, did you? -Is it that noticeable? -Why can't you sleep, is something bothering you? -No, it's just that I can't get to sleep. -But I can tell you're tired, tell me what's wrong. -It's hard to explain. -I know I shouldn't interfere but it's wrong that you don't sleep, you're affecting your health.

I bypassed the kitchen and headed straight for the small room Silva had begrudgingly allowed me to use as a home office. I sat at the desk, the glow of the dual monitors the only light in the room. I didn't need sleep; I needed to win. I needed to build my empire so high that no one, not even the ghosts of my past, could reach me. I opened the files for the Russian industrialist project, my eyes scanning the fine print for any weakness, any crack I could exploit.