Sleep Tight Book Novels & Stories

But how does he convince her she belongs to him with the softness of a gentle man? Or by showing her the immortal hunger and cravings he’s been keeping under lock for centuries! ZORYA LEVIN’S P.O.V. I didn’t sleep… No! I couldn’t sleep! Which isn’t exactly new for me. It’s not like my sleep schedule has ever obeyed me anyway and my nights are usually a mess. My sleep is usually plagued with weird dreams, nightmares that feel a little too real, flashes of things I don’t understand and honestly don’t even try to anymore.

“There was a book which is calling you to find it and read it and understand it as well and the book name is…..” Sia woke up from her sleep. She was dreaming and saw at the watch, it was 4 a.m. in the morning. She didn't want to wake up but her sleep was broken so she decided to not sleep anymore and focused on her dream. Sia remembered that there was someone who was telling about a book and told her to understand but she couldn't hear the name of that book. Sia wanted to know about the book but she didn't know how to find it.

Zane I slept like shit most of the night, tossing and turning as nightmares haunted me as if I was experiencing them all over again. "Come on, Zane." She giggled. "What's the big deal? Touch me." "I'm busy." I yawned and snagged my AP Psych book in an attempt to put some distance between me and Cassie, just another girl in a blur of girls whose only goal in life was to get me to jump between her thighs.

Riley’s POV For the first time in what felt like forever, sleep actually felt safe. No nightmares clawing at the edges. No phantom gunshots. No triplets lurking in the corners of my mind. Just darkness—soft, heavy, merciful. I curled tighter into the pillow, nuzzling deeper, chasing that rare, fragile peace. Except… the pillow was wrong. Too firm. Too warm. Too alive. Something—someone—breathed against the back of my neck. Slow. Deliberate. Hot.

SERENA I didn’t sleep. I lay on my bed with the light off and my phone face down beside me, staring at the dark ceiling and listening to the apartment breathe. Pipes clicked. The air conditioner kicked on and off. Somewhere downstairs a door slammed, then another, then quiet again. Every sound felt louder than it should have, like my body had decided that rest was a luxury I wasn’t allowed anymore. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the book in Josh’s hands.

Taking a deep breath, he laid down on his silky mattress. But even the restlessness of his mind could not be removed from the silky sheets. The sheets were so velvety that anyone could sleep peacefully by drowning in them. Anyone forgetting their worries, get absorbed in this sheet and while taking light breaths, drown in sleep. But nothing bothered Ahaz. The warmth in his room. His intoxicating scent. His velvety sheets. That soft bed. Nothing could sooth him because he was literally restless.

“Not tonight.” I left the leather volume on the worktable and practically fled to my bedroom. The sheets were cool when I crawled beneath them, still wearing my oversized sweater and lounge shorts. I pulled the covers up to my chin, closed my eyes, and willed myself to sleep. I’ll read more in the morning, I told myself. When the strange feeling is gone. When Stan’s angry words aren’t still ringing in my ears. Sleep came faster than expected, pulling me under like warm, scented oil.

I whisper, closing the book as I look at Sia and Zion, both fast asleep on either side of me. Sia is on my arm, whilst Zion has his arms wrapped around the other one, allowing me to use my hand to hold the book. I kiss them both softly before I close the book and slowly ease out of bed. Tucking them in, I dim the lights and check Sia’s pulse and her medication chart. Me and mom have been keeping on top of it perfectly… But they aren’t helping… I return to my room, close the door behind me, and lock it. I massage my neck, rolling the kinks out of it, falling on my glass of wine and the bottle.

The world looks scrubbed raw after the snow. I barely sleep after the library. I lie in my narrow bed staring at Americus's glow-in-the-dark constellations while she breathes evenly across the room, and my mind cycles through every word Eli said, every moment we came close to something neither of us named, every expression on Riley's face in that lamplight alcove with Liam beside her. Sleep, when it finally comes, is thin and unsatisfying, the kind that leaves you more tired than if you had stayed awake entirely.

So why should tonight be any different? Decision made, I turn off the lights and head to the bedroom. The room is dim, lit only by the soft glow of the lamp I left on. Lena is curled on her side, hair spilling across my pillow, breathing slow and even. I slip into the bed carefully, trying not to jostle her. But the second I settle, she moves. Still asleep, she shifts toward me, curling into my side like she’s done it a thousand times. Her head rests on my chest, her hand sliding instinctively over my shirt. Like she was waiting for me. My breath catches. Slowly, I wrap an arm around her, pulling her closer, careful of her knee. She sighs, soft, content, and relaxes completely against me. An