Seven Sleepless Nights Novels & Stories

Until the loose stones at my feet rattled in the wind. So that's what it was. Seven whole years. I was just a ridiculous bargaining chip, a pawn in their private games. They used me to see who would win, used a living, breathing person to prove who was better. I suddenly wanted to laugh. What was laughable was that I had been so serious, for seven whole years. "But he really was going to propose to you at sunset on the cliff today." "The flowers, the ring, the whole setup… he supervised all of it himself. He kept it a secret from you for almost two months."

Always questioning. "Mama?" Isabela asked. Innocently. Curiously. "We heard something. At school. Kids talking. They said. They said you and Papa had weird beginning. Something about seven nights? And contract? What does that mean? What's seven nights?" The twins (now 10) ask Sienna about the "seven nights" contract. They've heard whispers about their parents' unusual beginning.

"No… I didn't do anything wrong!" Cold all over, I trembled as I tried to pull away from him, only to realize my feet were trapped by something. Pulling back the blanket, I froze. Heavy iron chains were locked around my ankles, making it nearly impossible to move. Jared's voice turned icy. "I know you won't admit your mistake so easily. So, you'll stay in this room until Melody has the baby. Then, I'll let you out." Three days without food, combined with all the pent-up emotions I had been holding back, a rush of metallic taste surged up my throat as I coughed out a mouthful of blood from my mouth.

"Tell him whatever you think it is best 'cause I won't be showing up. If 'she is asleep' that comes to your mind, say it. Or 'she don't wanna come' it is fine by me, 'she doesn't want to see you' whichever way. I am not just coming." "Okay then." "Thank you as you do so," I plugged my earpiece, then laid back on bed. "Goodnight." **** (No! Whimpering! Darkness! Fire! Tears!) Noo! Not again! I pressed my back against the wall, folded up a leg, then I dug my finger into my hair. This is beyond me mum, dad! I can't handle this all alone. What is the secret behind this nightmare? *** The shadow was moving closer. It was following me all over again. This couldn't be Brad. That was not Brad. So wh

This sensation was not unfamiliar; it had plagued me ever since the untimely demise of Ginni . Since her passing, every night I find myself burdened with the duty of sleep rather than experiencing it as a natural cycle. Despite the passing of six years, this peculiar insomnia occurs only about six to eight times per month, rather than persisting constantly. Strangely, this sensation differs from previous episodes. It seems as though I am not the sole seeker, as even my alpha appears to share the same sentiment. Could it be that he, too, yearns for Ginni's presence?

Seven Years Later... ~Ezinne~ I awoke abruptly, my scream piercing the silence of the night, a familiar terror gripping my heart from the same nightmare that had plagued me for years. There was no one rushing into my room to check on me anymore; my nightly outbursts had become routine, and I had been labelled a witch by those who heard my screams. The worst part was that every detail of the dream would slip from my memory upon waking, leaving me drenched in sweat, and heart racing with an unnameable fear.

She couldn't hurt her mind more about thinking the reasons of this sudden get up. She threw the dress on the couch and laid on the bed with tears of impotence seeping. The remaining night passed in a haze. * The large grey, blank walls stared at him as he sat alone on his arm chair, holding a glass of champagne between hi rigid fingers. He was suffering from insomnia since seven years. Unable to sleep, he simply sat all night, sipping onto alcohol so it might give him peace until the next day he wakes up again and get ready for a new day, putting on his fake mask of toxicity again.

My boyfriend never stayed up late, yet he pulled an all-nighter just to watch the sunrise with my best friend. He insisted it was for work and told me to stop overthinking it. Felix Grant and I had been together for seven years, but I never knew where I stood with him. I stuck with him when he had nothing and helped him build his company from scratch. But in all those years, he'd never spent more than a hundred dollars on a gift for me. He said having money didn't mean we should start wasting it. So I limited myself to less than a thousand dollars a month. Then he spent a fortune at an auction on a necklace just to make Gracie smile. My eyes stung with anger. "Lixi, how is this fair?" He fro

She wouldn't know. When the alarm buzzes the next morning she wishes she could sleep for an eternity. Her eyelids had barely touched, and since she hadn't slept for two nights in a row, the purple circles under her eyes have become darker than ever. Graceless, she gets out of bed and prepares for the day ahead. She doesn't expect much of it, only to end better than it had started. At least, one thing came out well from another sleepless night. Somewhere between counting her breaths and the first signs of dawn, she decided to tell her best friend, Sesh, everything. She will understand her, she always does.

For the national championship final, I took time off work and flew halfway across the country to surprise my boyfriend. I'd barely settled into my seat when the girl beside me started gushing to her friend. "See his tie? I picked it out for him last night. Good taste, right? He even said I was the inspiration behind his entire Human Emotion Thesis for this tournament." Her friend gave her a knowing smile. "You actually landed Lucien Grant, the debate star. You should be thrilled." I froze. My boyfriend's name was Lucien Grant too. And the Human Emotion Thesis she claimed to have inspired? It had been born from seven years of pillow talk between Lucien and me.