Sleep Tight Book Novels & Stories

the girl replied and a small smile spread across Sia’s face much to the girl’s shock. “Well then, thank you” Sia said, placing her head on the table. Even if it was five minutes sleep, she needed to catch some sleep, her fatigue was crawling up her skin and she really couldn't shake it off. She grabbed one of the textbooks and used it as a decoy to cover up herself before closing her eyes to sleep. Whatever fight the goddess of sleep must have had with her hours before seemed to have vanished into the air because barely had she closed her when she fell asleep.

Some sleep will surely recharge me. As my breathing starts to slow and even out, Emma's voice makes me snap my eyes open. To my surprise, she's reading aloud from her book, her words soft and gentle. A part of me wants to protest while another part of me wants to hear the story. I silently fume in my seat until the kid in me wins out, and I loosen my muscles and close my eyes again. Emma's soothing voice echoes around the room, and soon enough, I'm drifting off to sleep.

It wasn't long before I heard the sound of bones breaking, followed by the soft, icy touch of Boreas' hair. "Good night," I said as I drifted off to sleep. ************ Note: Don't forget to like, comment and share the book! This really helps it grow on the platform

"Good night, mi vida." "Good night." I stand on tiptoes to give him a hug and another kiss on the cheek, then go upstairs. I'm tired too, relaxed from the day at the spa and full of sake and sushi. I get ready for bed, washing my face and slipping into my favorite pajamas before getting into bed and reaching for a book. I read for about an hour before I can't keep my eyes open any longer. I switch off the light and am almost asleep when I hear a sudden noise downstairs, something like a cry of pain, followed by a heavy thud.

The room, with its soft hues and the gentle sway of the curtains, became a sanctuary where I could begin to heal and rebuild the shattered pieces of my trust. I took one of the books and settled back into the armchair, the book resting on my lap, ready to lose myself in its pages. But as the minutes turned into hours, a restlessness seeped into my bones, an invisible thread of unease that refused to be ignored. Tiredness tugged at my eyelids, urging me to surrender to the embrace of sleep. Reluctantly, I set the book aside. I slipped beneath the covers, seeking solace within the soft embrace of the blankets, hoping that sleep would bring respite from the tumultuous emotions that still linger

I asked, pushing curls back from her forehead. Her smile came in a rush. "Yes! The one about the fearless girl and the dragon!" I sat beside her, pulling out the tattered book, its covers worn from years of nighttime stories. Reading, her small hands curled into the cuff of my sleeve, her breathing deepening, her eyelashes twitching against her cheeks. She was asleep in no time, her face peaceful, her chest rising and falling in a gentle rhythm. With a gentle sigh, I slipped out of her room and got my phone, its chill a jolt to the warmth still in my heart.

It was fun shopping and finally having some girl time with her and me not being stressed because of finals or exams. Well, a diary I need to go to sleep so good I closed the book and got up from my desk to go brush my teeth and turn off the lights as soon as I went to the bed after changing into my comfortable peach-colored pj's, the feeling of the soft mattress made my eyes heavy and my body soon fall into a deep sleep.

Or so I thought. With determination, I jumped out the tub, quickly I drying myself off. Rushing past Blake I reached for the books on my vanity, ready to uncover the secrets they held. Taking the books and sitting on our couch, Blake looks at me like I’m crazy. I’m rambling about my dream in the tub telling him I think it was a vision. Blake shakes his head, telling me that I’m so tired from training that I’m having dreams not visions. That I just need to sleep. He slips the books out of my hands, picks me up bridal style and lays me on our bed. Slowly stroking my cheek, whispering in my ear to relax. Letting me know he loves me all the while coaxing me to sleep. I drifted back off but this

His soft breathing was a lullaby, a stark contrast to the frantic beat of my own heart. Darius was finally asleep behind me, his breathing deep and steady. The rhythmic rise and fall of his chest was a profound relief, a sound I hadn't truly heard in days, days that felt like an eternity. The sight of him, so still and vulnerable, had filled me with a quiet terror. Every shallow breath, every pained grunt, had been a knife to my soul. But now, he was resting. He was safe. For now.

he whispers into my ear. I lean back on his hard body and nod my head as Desmond and Shawn press into us from both sides. I am enveloped in warmth and comfort. Soon enough, I start feeling sleepy as I tuck my worries into a deep part of my heart for now , and I start sleeping off to the sound of the men’s quiet voices.