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Always questioning. "Mama?" Isabela asked. Innocently. Curiously. "We heard something. At school. Kids talking. They said. They said you and Papa had weird beginning. Something about seven nights? And contract? What does that mean? What's seven nights?" The twins (now 10) ask Sienna about the "seven nights" contract. They've heard whispers about their parents' unusual beginning.

I stay up all night Tell myself I'm alright Baby, you're just harder to see than most I put the record on Wait 'til I hear our song Every night I'm dancing with your ghost Every night I'm dancing with your ghost Every night I'm dancing with your ghost I sighed when the song finished, then I opened my eyes. Geeze. Now, I am not certain anymore if visiting this when I haven't truly moved on is a good idea. The memories are just making me more vulnerable. The pain is killing me inside. It's beating me up and as it keeps going, I became more and more exhausted as well.

Kash asked, "How long have you been sleeping?" I thought about it and answered, "About two hours?" Didn't he say he knocked on the door for two hours? Kash's eyes became strange as he said, "Two days have passed since you signed the contract." "Two days?" I couldn’t believe it. Kash dressed casually, but I clearly remembered that he was wearing a suit this morning. So I did not eat or drink and slept for two days and two nights. Kash already knew the answer. He reached out his hand to touch the table. Sure enough, there was a layer of dust. I hadn't cleaned the apartment since I lived in it.

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.

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.

The attack, unexpected at this time, was made all the more jarring by the perceivable calmness of the night that had carried on prior to its commencement. Disturbed at first from his restless sleep by what he could only describe as an uneasiness in the eerie stillness of a moonless night, Allen had opened his eyes only to stare into its distinct blankness. His mind and nerves unsettled by the recurring nightmares which seemed to haunt him, Allen laid awake amongst the cold damp sheets attempting to quieten his breathing. The night terrors, only intensifying since the events surrounding Chiri’s hex, there was not a night he had not suffered from them as of late. The declining nature of his pa

Did he feel guilty about what he did with me and couldn’t face Leticia because of it? How long was I going to do this for? I tried to sleep. Shut my eyes for a whole five seconds before I snapped them open and groaned,tossing around in my bed. Sleep eluded me and I feared it would be that way for as long as I do not know what is going ok with the Alpha in his room. I stopped trying to force myself to go to sleep. My eyes caught the self-help book on the reading table in my room. Its pages were open and it was laying face down on my table beside the broken mirror from the MoonBorn Pack.

Avyaane pov The ceiling fan rotated. Repeat after repeat. Its blades sliced through the thick air in my chamber, agitating the stale air without actually relieving it. With my body wedged into the mattress as though it were attempting to engulf me, I lay there looking up at it. My eyes felt dry, gritty, and burning. Two sleepless nights. By now, the shadows beneath them have to be as dark as bruises, a visible representation of the fatigue that enveloped me like a second skin. I moved my head, a motion that took more effort than it needed to. The nightstand's alarm clock radiated a crimson that seemed accusing. 3:47 A.M. Another restless night is almost over, and as dawn approaches, it will

🖤 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.

I cried for a long time before I slowly calmed down. That night, I slept in my old room. For the first time in a long while, I felt safe. I slept deeply, without a single dream. Early the next morning, just after I finished washing up, my phone rang.