Seven Sleepless Nights Novels & Stories

Gavin and I had been married for almost a year, but he always treated me rudely. I looked at the door, still closed as before. Maybe tonight Gavin would come home late as usual. The water on my face turned sad at the thought of the fact that tonight would pass in vain. Okay, I'm okay. Everything will be fine. Even tonight will probably be the same as the previous night; you don't have to be sad. I tried to strengthen myself. Fifteen minutes passed; I turned off the light and decided to sleep on the bed after the room lights were turned off. The 7X9 room was completely dark, apart from a little light source from the window vent.

The idea of starting over in New York pressed on my chest, heavy and suffocating. The bathroom door opened, and Seven walked out with a towel slung around his shoulders. His eyes went straight to me. I quickly shoved my phone under the pillow. “You’re still awake?” he asked, his voice low. “Couldn’t sleep,” I said, forcing a small smile. He sat down on the bed beside me and took my hand. “You’ve been quiet all evening. What’s going on?” “Nothing,” I lied quickly. “I’m fine.” He leaned in, kissed my forehead. “Whatever it is, we’ll face it together.”

Zayden. Sleep doesn’t come easy. It never has. Nights stretch long and merciless, and when I finally close my eyes, the past claws its way in—shadows of fists slamming against walls, muffled cries, the sour stench of whiskey and rage. I wake drenched in sweat, sheets tangled around me like restraints, chest heaving as though I’d been running for miles. The clock on the nightstand glares back at me: 3:17 a.m. Another night wasted. Another reminder that I can control billion-dollar empires but not the silence in my own head.

Elena POV Warm arms wrapped around my naked back, pulling me closer to an even warmer chest as I jerked awake for the third time in a row this week. I marked a mental note, ‘seven.’ Since I started counting, it was exactly the seventh time I’d had the same nightmare. “What is it?” Draven’s voice was husky with sleep and his warm breath fanned the back of my neck, “another nightmare?” “Yes,” I breathed out shakily, letting his closeness comfort me.

Daven said "No, i have made you wait too long already. (sighs) Daven i have been having sleepless nights...each day i dream about horrible things and i don't know what it is. It's making me go crazy." Liyla said in tears "It's alright don't cry okay. How long have you been having this nightmares?." Daven asked holding her hands "It's over three weeks now. I have tried taking sleeping pills but it's still thesame thing, I'm so scared i don't want people to think I'm going crazy Daven...I'm not crazy!." Liyla started crying

"Come to bed, Seven. I want you to pound me with that glorious dick of yours. Use my body anyhow you want. I don't mind." "Fuck! You are ridiculous!" Seven yelled again. "Stay the fuck away from me!" In the blink of an eye, he grabbed a car key from the nightstand, dashed out, and yanked the door shut behind him. "Seven!" I cried out, rushing to the door. I swung it open, and when the cold night wind hit me, I realized that my chest was still bare. I ran back into the room and threw on an oversized T-shirt. By the time I rushed out of the motel again, there was no trace of Seven. It was just dark and quiet outside.

Faith's Pov: I woke with a gasp, my chest tight as if I had just run a marathon in my sleep. The nightmares were relentless, plaguing my every dream. I hadn’t had a peaceful night’s sleep since I was a child. Every time I tried to close my eyes, I was pulled into a nightmare that felt too real, too vivid. I blinked rapidly, my gaze falling to the alarm clock next to my bed. Three in the morning. Of course. I groaned in frustration, flopping back down onto my pillow, my body a tangled mess of frustration and exhaustion.

Seven said "What about Stella? She have such a great voice" Rose said "Not like yours,,,can you sing it again? I am going to sleep this time" Seven said and shut his eye at once Rose started singing again,by tge time she was singing it for the third time,he was sound asleep Rose also closed her eyes and slept off. ****** NEXT MORNING** Rose woke up from her beautiful sleep like a baby,she sat up on the bed. Seven was not in the room,just as she was about getting down,Seven appeared from the dressing room,he was fully dressed and holding his bag.

The city lights are taking over, turning Manhattan into a constellation of ambitions and broken dreams. "Why twenty-one?" he finally asks. "Why that number?" I smile. This smile is genuine. "Because three times seven is the number of completion. The universe was created in seven days. Jacob worked seven years for Rachel. And you're going to give me three times that to unmake what you built." "That's biblical." He almost laughs. It's a broken sound. "You're quoting the Bible while blackmailing me into sexual submission." "I prefer to think of it as poetic justice."

Fifty-Seven Around two o'clock in the morning, Florence could not sleep. She was wide awake and staring at the ceiling wearing a baggy shirt and some pajama bottoms. She tried to reminisce about what happened in the lake as she was also recalling how Chaos’ amazing body looked so hot.