Russian Sleeping Experiment Novels & Stories

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

It should be morning already in Russia. Stalin picks up, quickly. “Dima, what’s good?” He asks in Russian. With the way he sounds; sleepy and mild, I know he’s just waking up. “I need you to research something for me.” I gush, not giving him time to ask questions, I continue. “Research about this man…” I parrot the name my prisoner just gave me. ** My skin is blazing, fire licking my veins from the inside, coating my tanned skin with beads of sweat which all but drops on the hardwood floor as I incessantly do push-ups. Akim’s voice is counting the number of times I’ve done the push-up.

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.

They were being induced to stay awake and when they slept the dreams were carried towards the infinite abyss amidst the embrace of Kurayami. Every needle every movement of energy waves and every movement of his body he looked at his specimen a means of recreating the infinite abyss. It was the procedures in creation that were the ultimate succubae, he was about to recreate and reproduce the demon of the desert he looked at his body in stasis and fascination his body changed more sculptural more muscular and more beautiful a mesmerizing beauty... It was a vertical tank, where there were several experiments among these the definitive succubae. Months before that would pass until they got beate

Rosa woke very early before dawn, and her mind was restless. She had dreamt that Nikolai was seeing someone else behind her back, and just the thought made her blood boil. So when the clock struck five, she slipped her legs off the bed, the tiles very cold on her bare feet. Her hospital gown hung loosely on her slender body.

Ruslan relieve the pain in his body. The deliciousness of Gabriel's massage coincided with Mr. Ruslan's fatigue, so much so that Mr. Ruslan fell asleep. "Pa? Are you sleeping?" asked Gabriel while looking at Mr. Ruslan's face. But there was no answer, so to make sure Gabriel waved his hand near Mr. Ruslan's face. The results showed that Mr. Ruslan was fast asleep. "I think papa is really asleep, what an opportunity," Gabriel muttered to himself.

I straight went into my room and settled myself in bed cutting the call. And now I start reading the file which is being handed to me on my way by a Russian agent of their company. Finally, after an hour I'm done with this. I need sleep now. I got in my bed and slept. When I woke up I glanced at my wristwatch and it's been 3 hours since I had slept. I got up and moved out to get some coffee. I need it! My eyes..... I'm still rubbing my eyes to get adjusted to the light.

Just enough to taste you. Rori crouched beside her, brushing twigs and ash from his cloak. ‘And that man without the shadow? He finally blinked.’ I blinked back. ‘That’s… good?’ ‘No,’ he replied with a grimace. ‘His eyes turned white when he did. Fully white. Then he started walking in circles around the pit, like he was sleepwalking. I don’t think he is even alive.’ A heavy silence fell over us. Vladimyr finally turned around. ‘They’re experimenting again. Collecting pieces. That man is probably a failed shell. Whatever whispered your name, Katie… that wasn’t human either.’

She sat up and took a deep breath before stretching herself. She looked at her mates to see them looking at her. "You didn't slept?" She asked them. "We did" Zachariah's beast answered. Rose nodded before asking, "When did you woke up?" "Few hours ago" Vladimir's beast answered. Rose pursed her lips. For much hours did they slept then? She wondered. "How much hours of sleep did you had?" She asked. "One hour" Vladimir's beast answered. Rose's eyes widen on their own after hearing him. They slept for one hour? Just one hour?!

SAINT PETERSBURG, RUSSIA(THE BRATVA'S EMPIRE) After discussing Mikhail's marriage, Mikhail left, and Sergei walked towards his room. He had already bathed and changed into his robe, the plush material enveloping him in comfort. As he entered his bedroom, he made his way to a hidden panel, cleverly disguised as a bookshelf. With a subtle press, the panel swung open, revealing a narrow doorway.