Seven Sleepless Nights Novels & Stories

She’s definitely here to fill me in on the details like Alpha Killian had pointed out last night. Groaning tiredly, I drag myself over there and flop on a couch, cursing Alpha Killian and his entire household for another sleepless night. I’ve not been able to sleep for three nights in a row. At this rate, my brain will start eating itself soon. “You look like a hot mess. What were you doing all night?” “Trying to get a wink of sleep!” “Well, you must make sure to rest properly because I assure you that what you are about to embark on is not an easy feat.”

Toronto, Canada Quinn POV Amongst the twenty-two women here, I only get along with Sarah. When I arrived she was so sweet and welcoming that I felt it was suspicious, it wasn't until a week and a half ago that she told me she had been crushing on Archie, one of the seven sins. Once a talk that relates to the seven brothers comes into our conversation, she can't keep her mouth shut any longer and rambles on about Archie all day long. She knew I was sent here by Ace and because of the few news she got from the United States she thought I was dating Ace only and that we both would become wives of the Luthers once Archie noticed here. Her so much love for Archie made it so difficult for me to br

When I returned home, it was late. I washed up quickly and headed to bed. I had terrible nightmares the entire night. I woke up the next day to birds chirping outside the window, welcoming a brand-new day. Six more days were left until I completely lost my memories. I got out of bed with a slight headache and a fever. I headed downstairs groggily to get some medicine. At the bottom of the stairs, I saw Raven toppling a huge Lego set I placed in the living room. Pieces of bricks were scattered all over the floor.

He secured his strap and shouted, joined by all men on the plain for Rome. *** Flavius had fallen asleep in the murky woods, a fact he damned himself for immediately upon waking. “One of those things . . . ” he started to say, be thought himself a fool as no one was there to hear his words. Would anyone? He felt utterly alone, the coward he’d became, and now that the troop movements had made him awake, he felt all the worse. He recalled the words of an old singer in a tavern, saying a story on how a sleeping band were killed in the night by a dragon, and woke up in Hell not knowing how they got there. Yes, indeed, one of the beastmen could’ve made playful work of him, crushing his skull in f

A week crawled by in a haze of exhaustion and denial. I barely slept, my nights a mess of tossing and turning, haunted by dreams I couldn’t shake. Every time I closed my eyes, Cassian was there—his hands on my skin, his voice in my ear, his body moving against mine in ways that left me waking up sweaty and ashamed. I’d stare at the ceiling until dawn, telling myself it was over, that he was gone, that I was safe. But the dark circles under my eyes told a different story.

I don’t sleep. Not really. I close my eyes. I lie still. I let the hours pass like they’re supposed to mean rest. But every time I drift… I see it again. That distortion. That not-quite-shape pressing against reality like it’s testing the surface. Like it’s looking for a way through. Or worse…. I feel it. That same awareness that’s been following me for days now. Only now it’s sharper. Closer. Like it knows I saw it. Like it knows I didn’t look away.

Adrian’s insomnia had never been an accident. It was an advantage he cultivated like muscle, late nights, bright screens, a small army of numbers and patterns that bent toward the truth if you stared at them long enough, but sleep had been particularly thin the week after Luna’s collapse. Each breath felt measured; each silence in the penthouse like a held gun.

Seven snapped awake, her upper body launching forward as she bolted upright in her bed, a breathless gasp tearing from her throat. Her heart was pounding frantically against her ribcage like a trapped bird, and her skin was drenched in a cold, sticky sweat. She sat there in the dark, her chest heaving as she tried to orient herself in the quiet space of her small apartment. It was that nightmare again. The exact same memory, or dream, or hallucination that had been mercilessly haunting her sleep for as long as she could remember. Who was that little girl? Seven thought, pressing the heels of her palms against her throbbing temples. And who were the mother and child whose faces were always bl