Seven Sleepless Nights Novels & Stories

Then Helen and Richard left, saying that they would come to see me tomorrow. Jeffrey stood outside the door, hesitant to leave. "Audrey, we can never be together again, right?" Hearing this, Kash wanted to go up and hit him, but I stopped Kash. "Yes. "I’ve been unhappy for the past seven years. Jeffrey, how many seven years are there in one’s life?"

He did not trust me after seven years together. The clock on the wall struck three. It was the last day of my bet with Bailey. It was also the date that Jeremy had planned to propose to me.

"I am sorry for the marriage of seven years and for our child. I have now suffered the consequences. Turns out Emily never loved me. She just wanted to use me to get what she wanted. I was too foolish and hurt the one who loved me the most." After he finished speaking, a tear fell from the corner of his eye. Having been with him for seven years, I naturally understood his habits. Seeing him like this, I knew he truly regretted what he did. Yet, his current reflection was what I had once longed for. But now it was too late. It was all useless. He weakly pushed himself up from the ground and then took out a credit card from his pocket, handing it to me. "I was severely beaten in Heliaston, and

I know he has hurt me badly but today the pain in his eyes was too much. ____________________ NEXT NIGHT: Pathetic Slut Worthless Waste of space Waking up with a gasp, I took greedy gulps of air. Frantically looking around the room, I tried to look for them but there was no one. Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath. Another sleepless night. Sitting against the hardboard of the bed, a lone tear escaped my eye. These nightmare has been my never-leaving companion. No matter how much I try to forget everything but they just come back. And the confession of Xavier has been haunting my senses.

Mikka slowly lowered the phone. "Please be okay, Seven." She placed the phone beside her and leaned back against the pillows, but sleep did not come easily that night. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she kept seeing his golden eyes from the locker room mirror, even though she had never actually been there to witness them herself. She had only heard him describe strange things, and yet something about those details felt connected to what she had seen. She closed her eyes and tried to forget everything until exhaustion finally pulled her into a restless sleep.

Seven renewal certificates. Every single one had my signature and Corbin's. A note from Maya was clipped to the top: "He thought collecting all seven would summon you back like some kind of twisted fairy tale." I stared at the documents, and a slow smile spread across my face. Fated mates? If seven rejections could still be called fate, then nothing in this world was an accident. I gently pressed the call button on the phone. "How may I help you?" the bellhop asked, returning quickly.

Seven endless, grueling days. I exhaled deeply, frustration bubbling beneath the surface like a cauldron on the verge of boiling over. “Seven days,” I muttered under my breath, pacing the room with the notice still clutched in my hands. “Seven whole days before they even look at the evidence. What are they waiting for? A full moon?” The bitterness in my tone surprised even me. My heels clicked sharply against the wooden floor as I paced back and forth, unable to contain the restless energy brewing inside me.

🖤 Alexandra 🖤 I couldn’t sleep. It wasn’t unusual, not this week, not with everything the last seven days had handed me. But tonight felt different from the operational insomnia of earlier in the week the kind that came from too many open threads and not enough hours to close them. Tonight was quieter than that, and somehow harder. I lay in the dark of my room for an hour after Jacob left, staring at the ceiling, and thought about an eighteen-year-old girl.

Hell, I can even heat up the mattress if I want, but I never do because Maddox is ‘human’ furnace. I blink at the alarm clock, unable to comprehend the time. “Seven am?” I mumble to myself, shocked that I’ve slept so incredibly long. Wow, I guess I never did get a good sleep in prison. Good thing I’m rested up now, though, because I can’t wait to spend all day with my babies!

When she returned, she kept up the same behavior—partying constantly and even getting physical with Mom and Dad. It was well past midnight when Mom's video call came through. I had just gotten out of bed to use the bathroom, so I picked up. She looked awful—her hair was in knots, her face battered and swollen, and her eyes were full of despair and exhaustion. I asked what happened, and she broke down right then and there. "Rosa went to a club in the middle of the night, partying with a bunch of gigolos! She's got no shame! I tried to bring her home, and she hit me! Look at what she did!"