Seven Sleepless Nights の小説・ストーリー

Liv tosses and turns in her bed for the third time since she woke up two hours ago. She was tired when she went to bed, but after waking up in the middle of the night, she completely lost her sleep. The clock on her nightstand shows it's one forty in the morning, and she's suffering from insomnia. It's been a few months since she last had insomnia, since she started college. Liv sighs, sitting up in bed and brushing away some strands of hair that fall into her eyes. She pulls the lilac sheet that covered her body and throws it away, rubbing her eyes with the backs of her hands and searching for her slippers that are somewhere on the floor. Once she finds them, she puts them on, and they fit

Dr Ashford yawned while answering Aaron’s call. “Doctor, I slept for six days and night continuously,” Aaron spoke up in a single breath. Dr Ashford’s sleep ran out of the city. He coughed hard to digest things. Aaron was treated by many doctors but his insomnia wasn't cured by any medicine. It was unbelievable for Dr Ashford. He almost screamed in reply, “What? How?”

The only difference was the substance of what was keeping me awake. Three weeks ago it was forty-seven wolves, twelve thousand acres, and the specific loneliness of a person who’d made the choice that taking it all on was the right thing to do. The sort of sleeplessness that was just — exhaustion wearing the wrong shape. Heavy, familiar and getting nowhere. Tonight things were different.

Playlist~ Coldplay - Scientist One week later Micaela's POV All throughout the night until this morning I couldn't catch some sleep, it was as if I drank so much coffee that caused my insomnia. Last night isn't the only night that this has happened, if I'm not mistaken I've been having insomnia for more than a week now. After signing my divorce papers with his new lawyer, depression took it hold on me and that really paralyzed my thinking, the only thing I found myself doing was writing, I started writing book 2 of Shattered Hearts. I don't understand how I still got the inspiration to write, maybe is because I was penning down my real-life story.

Knowing exactly what they’re doing to me. I’d already crossed off one and three. The midnight swim had left salt crystals dried in places that still tingled when I thought about it. The tiny crescent moon inked beneath my left breast itched faintly under the silk camisole I wore now, a reminder that I was capable of reckless things when the moon was right. But number seven… Number seven had been mocking me every morning for two weeks. Tonight it wasn’t mocking. Tonight it was breathing down my neck. His name was Julian.

My eyes were welling up with tears; it seemed as if I had lost sleep; and the only sound I could hear was the horn of our car as it pulled up alongside us. Hold on, hold on tight to our baby Yhra, it's time to go! " He took my hand in his, and the automobile came to a rapid halt, and before the door closed, I heard him say It seemed as though I had risen to the surface of the water and been moved to the stretcher. "Can you tell me how many months it's been, sir?" "Seven..." As soon as I realized it was Remon talking to the doctor, a nurse came up to me and stabbed me in the back, and I felt so inebriated that I couldn't see them clearly.

Avyanna Four years ago I was gonna be late for school again even with the fact that I hadn't slept at all. My life was going so great. How many thirteen-year-olds have insomnia and have to take pills to sleep?. How many? Maybe numerous, but none that I know of. My wolf, vesta growled, she needed rest. I had been overworking her since we had synced. I hurried downstairs because Elektra must have been waiting for me. I scurried past my brother who was getting out, we hardly talked to each other.

“Then I’m not worried. Because crew tries again. Rule 7.” _Thump._ *11:59 PM. [SFX: QUIET. THEN BREATH. THEN EIGHT.]* Our bed. February. Bassinet. Asleep. Me. Adrian. _Silence. 11:59 PM._ “Day 595,” Adrian said. 56 BPM. “I know,” I said. “Eight,” Adrian said. “Eight,” I said. _Thump._ Upstairs. Ivy. Isla. Sleep. Alex. Sleep. UCLA. Chloe. Sleep. Lab tomorrow.

They scattered across the floor like broken dreams. But without stopping, I yanked harder until I heard the fabric rip with a harsh sound. Sienna cowered in fear. "I'm sorry. I'll take it off right now." I clenched the dress in my fist, glaring at her. Sienna crumpled to the ground, the wedding dress now a mess. The pearls and lace scattered everywhere. She looked up at me through teary eyes, her voice quivering. "If you want me to take it off, just say it. Why did you have to do this?"

Bryan’s gaze swept over my body with a bone-chilling coldness. “We haven’t met in so long. Aren’t you… going to say hello?” I looked at him, and my lips parted slightly. A thousand words gathered on my tongue, yet what came out was something else. “Bryan, please lend me another $300,000.” Bryan was stunned for a moment. A hint of anger lit up his cold eyes. He grabbed my hand. “We haven’t met for seven years, and this is all you have to say to me?”