Seven Sleepless Nights Novels & Stories

It was not until she was sound asleep late at night that he gently let go, peeled back the covers, and crept downstairs. Sean spent the whole night wide awake. Part of it was the constant threat of being spied on, but most of it was the annual bout of insomnia he always got around New Year’s. He had tried everything to fix it, but sleep was a rare guest, and a peaceful night was even rarer. Every year, as New Year approached, closing his eyes only brought back a nightmare—a woman, drenched in blood, gripping his arm in the snowy night and gasping out the words with the last of her strength, "Sean, from now on, you and I are strangers."

Draven's POV I don't sleep. This isn't new. I stopped sleeping through the night seven years ago and at this point insomnia is just part of the routine. I train from midnight to two. I review pack correspondence until four. I sit at my desk and stare at nothing and try very hard not to think about my mother's face on another girl's body. Tonight is different. Tonight my wolf won't stop pacing.

I couldn’t sleep. 2 AM and I was staring at the ceiling, body still humming with the ghost of his touch. Every time I closed my eyes, I was back in that bathroom. His hands gripping my hips. His mouth hot against my throat. The stretch of him pushing inside me. The way he’d looked at me in the living room after. Like he wanted to devour me in front of everyone. I needed water. Something cold to shock my system back to reality. The AirBnB was silent as I crept downstairs. Just the hum of the refrigerator and the creak of old floorboards under my bare feet. Moonlight pooled on the kitchen floor, turning everything silver and shadow. I opened the fridge. Grabbed a water bottle. Pressed it again

With each crying spell, I lost some of the anticipation I had for our wedding—and my love for Zachary as well. Now, after the seventh time, I no longer felt any love for him. My heart was empty, but I didn't feel sad about it. Something new would always come along to fill it up. After roughly wiping my tears away, I pulled out my phone and called Dr. Ezekiel Lane, my former superior. "Dr. Lane, it's about that medical relief program you mentioned. I'm calling to tell you that I'm willing to join the team."

"Corey, it’s me…" The call was from Deanna. I could tell from her voice that she hadn’t slept all night. "I know I was wrong. I really know I was wrong… "The Cunninghams can barely hold on anymore. The banks are demanding repayment, and all our partners have pulled out. Can you help me, just this once, for the sake of our seven years together? "I know I hurt you before, but Darren deceived me, too. I didn’t mean for any of this to happen…

They did everything together and cuddled in her bed whenever she was lonely or sad . Every time they were together, Juana felt good, but she couldn't hide the fact that her greatest fear was losing her. That is why she was especially scared about the nightmare she had, two weeks to her thirteenth birthday because she thought it might involve her mom

“Seven nights,” Kai Lennox said, voice low and rough as he flipped the last lock on the service door at 11:47 p.m. sharp. The rooftop bar was theirs alone again—lights dimmed to a sultry amber glow, rain sheeting down the glass walls in silver curtains, the city sprawled out far below like a glittering sea of neon and steel. “One full week of you showing up like clockwork, fucking me stupid, and leaving me sore for my entire shift the next day. You keeping score, Vale, or did you just forget how to stay away?”

Tomorrow, those pictures will probably be on the front page of the newspaper. Sarah hung up, her mind filled with complicated thoughts. Sarah couldn't sleep, her head ached. Sarah sat on the balcony, sipping a glass of red wine. The soft light of the moon poured into the room, creating a very mysterious scene. Sarah suffered from insomnia for a long time. She couldn't fall asleep quickly. Sarah always felt scared and insecure. Even though she was married to Leon, her situation was not better. Sarah sighed. She continued drinking in the moonlight. ------

“Maybe a little sleep will fix it” He looks at me worried. It’s no secret that I haven’t been sleeping well. The nightmares have gotten worse. Thrice now I have woken with wounds that manifested from my dreams. It’s getting hard to fall asleep because I am always afraid that I will wake up from a nightmare. Sebastian has tried everything. The sex is good and it tires me out but I only get an hour or two of peaceful sleep before I am up again from another nightmare.

LIAM All my nights are lonely nights. And this one is not different from the rest at all. I hardly sleep, thanks to the curse flowing in my veins. For me, sleep is nothing but a gateway for the voices in my head to attack me. The highest sleep time record I have ever achieved is just fifteen minutes, so I wouldn't call it a sleep but a nap instead.