Seven Sleepless Nights Novels & Stories

She was fragile. Instead, Fahira experienced severe sleep disturbances or insomnia. Every night, she remained awake, her eyes reluctant to close as beautiful memories with Darian pulled her back into the past. It was only around three in the morning that Fahira could finally shut her eyes, but only for 1-2 hours. She felt like giving up, but she also needed to work; she couldn't just leave her hard-earned job because of personal issues.

The deep hours of the night were hot and dark; even the full moon had moved away on its path and stars had faded away to barely there pinpricks. Long restless hours went by with no sleep. Sirens in the distance, dogs barking. Her husband had been gone for several days and the lonely nights alone were wearing on her with no sleep. But tonight felt different. Wrong somehow. She was uneasy and couldn't determine the why of it. Long hot baths didn't help, nor the instant but fleeting gratification of an orgasm.

RAY ♠️ I had not slept properly in eleven days. I knew the number because I had started counting, the way a man counts things when he no longer trusts his own account of himself. Eleven nights of lying on my back beside Maya, staring at the same water stain on our bedroom ceiling, listening to her breathing settle into sleep while mine refused to follow.

At three in the morning, moonlight streamed through the windows of the empty mansion. Andrew knelt on the cold marble floor, his hands clasped, facing the full moon. He was so thin he was almost skeletal. His once-perfect features were now terrifyingly gaunt, with high cheekbones and sunken eyes. This was his seventh sleepless night. "Moon Goddess…" his voice was a raw whisper. "I know I have sinned… I broke my vow… I hurt her…"

“You’re depleted after everything we just did. We can try again in the morning. There’s no rush. I’m not trying to get the ship off the ground right now.” Disappointment sinks through me, but also acceptance. I am exhausted. My limbs feel like dead weights and the rest of me just feels…heavy. Slow. “Fine,” I say, sitting back on the bed. “I’ll wait until morning. But I promise, I’m going to break you free tomorrow.” Valen offers a small smile. “I know you will. You stay here. I’m going to go make you some food.” He presses a kiss to my forehead before climbing out of the bed and walking toward the door.

Then suddenly Lauren stopped, her legs buckling beneath her like her batteries had abruptly died. “Lauren!” Karen cried, catching her as she fell. Lauren’s head lolled backward, her eyes closed, her breath deep and even. She was asleep. Karen carefully lowered her to the ground, where Lauren turned onto her left side and tucked her hands underneath her face, like she always had since she was very small. Her mother sat beside her, stroking her hair, and let the tears she’d been suppressing fall. She knew that Joe was never coming home. Karen opened her eyes and was startled to discover that it was night. She’d fallen asleep on the porch. Her neck hurt from resting against the hard metal and n

*Clara’s p.o.v* The steam from my personal vanity mirror was still clearing, but the reflection staring back at me was already a disaster. My liquid eyeliner was uneven. My extensions weren't sitting flush against my crown. I had spent forty minutes trying to erase the dark circles under my eyes, but no amount of high-definition concealer could hide the fact that I hadn't slept more than two hours since we landed in Colorado. "Clara, honey, you need to step into the dress," my mother said, knocking gently on the cedar door of the master dressing suite. "The event coordinator says the lighting technicians are already testing the illumination on the frozen lake. The guests are descending."

I replied without hesitation: [Quinn, let's break up. After sending it, I blocked her. I did not question her any further, nor did I accuse her hysterically. I simply ended this seven-year-long deception. When the plane took off, I turned and looked at the city lights outside the window. Where those lights glowed in the distance, there would never again be a way home for me.

"Our life is just beginning. How could you leave me? How could you be so heartless?" His voice was full of fear, but to me, it was utterly ironic. "Alright, I need to sleep now. Don't call me again," I said. Before I hung up, Lorenzo was still frantically asking where I was. It was ridiculous. It was then that I realized how laughable the past seven years of my life had been. I fell asleep, and the next morning, I was awakened by loud, excited voices. I got dressed and stepped out of my bedroom, only to find that Jasper had come to propose.

Then he exhaled through his nose and something in his expression shifted into a kind of tired honesty that was worse than any lie he had ever told me. Years, he said. It has been years, Sera. The word landed flat. Years. Like it was simple. Like it was just a fact he had been waiting to say out loud. Celeste said nothing. She was watching me the way people watch something fragile to see if it breaks. I was not going to break. You were never going to mark me, I said. He did not deny it. The council, I started. The council was never the problem, he said. You were never going to be Luna. I need you to understand that. It was never what I intended.