Sleep Tight Book Novels & Stories

For now, she didn't even want to wonder what would happen if aunt Margareth finds out about her feelings. Selene stretched first, then slowly dragged herself off the bed, her eyes immediately fixed on the Book of Magic that was lying down on the desk, the one she had gotten from aunt Meredith yesterday. Selene took it gently in her hands and sat on the edge of the bed, setting the bulky volume on her lap, and flipped through the book several times. Afer the fourth time she stopped at a page that showed a portrait of a man with ebony, half-length hair, in a long black coat... The face itself seemed familiar at once, but when Selene saw his eyes - dark and captivating like two black holes, she

Time for "old faithful." I pulled out some scriptures Ruthie, my best friend, gave me. I had a bookmark in Genesis Four. That's where I'd stopped the last time I needed help falling asleep. Yes, I was a scripture-reading teenager. However, my motivation wasn't to get all spiritual - it was to get so bored, I would fall asleep. It was a tip from Ruthie - whose parents were super righteous. Ruthie called the scriptures her insomnia cure - a biblical miracle! Ha! Fortunately, it worked for me, too. I cracked the book open to Genesis Four.

The rhythmic throb of the engines acted as a lullaby, beckoning me to surrender to sleep's embrace. The familiar warmth radiating from Liam gave me a sense of security, as if his presence alone could protect me from any uncertainty. As my breathing steadied and my thoughts dissolved into the ethereal realm of dreams, I allowed myself to succumb to the serenity that washed over me. The gentle rise and fall of Liam's chest against my cheek, coupled with the rhythmic vibrations of the airplane, created a symphony of comfort. I drifted into slumber, cocooned in Liam's protective embrace. His steady heartbeat acted as a soothing rhythm, lulling me deeper into the realm of dreams.

She took a big breath and stared at the ceiling. Shaking her head. She climbed out while turning off the shower. Wrapping the towel around her. Making her way, out of the bathroom. Putting on more comfortable and loose clothes she sat on the bed. Taking out one of her favorite books, ‘The Cabinet of Curiosities (Prendergast, #3) Lincoln Child, Douglas Preston. She was currently on page fifty. It was just past eight. Tiredness stared to overtake her. Leaning back into her pillows she started to doze off. Her eyes started to close, and she fell asleep with her book in her hand.

The house was silent except for our slowing breaths. I lay there in the dim glow of Mr. Smith's bedside lamp, his arm still draped heavy over my waist, his softening cock nestled deep inside me like he owned every inch of my body. His breathing had evened out…slowly , steady but sleep hadn't claimed him yet. I could feel the faint rise and fall of his chest against my back, the occasional twitch of his fingers on my hip, possessive even in repose.

Regret? Or maybe just annoyance. She sighed and shifted in the massive bed, glancing at the baby monitor before quietly slipping out. In the kitchen, she poured herself a glass of almond milk and leaned against the marble counter. The penthouse felt too still, too clean, like a world she didn't fully belong in yet. And then… "Couldn't sleep?" She turned. Ethan stood in the doorway, shirtless in grey joggers, his hair an adorable mess. "I didn't mean to wake you."

I heard a deep voice call out and I almost screamed. “Jonathan! What the hell? You scared the life out of me.” I heaved out a sigh of relief though my heart was still pounding so fast. “I'm sorry, why are you up? Is everything okay?” He was in a white trousers and shirt which looked extremely comfortable. “I was just thirsty. Why are you up and reading a book by this time?” I questioned and he chuckled walking off into the kitchen. “I don't sleep at night. I have insomnia.” He told me and poured me a glass of water while I took a second to glance at the book he was reading which was titled, I can be an amazing father:- Tips for new fathers.

The Alpha of the Sunshine pack was unable to break free from the grip of sleeplessness and was tossing and turning in bed in the dark of night. He groped for a book on his bedside table, frustrated and ready to give up on sleep. His restlessness was eased by the whispery tales of faraway places and legendary exploits found inside its pages.

She tossed and turned, her mind trapped in the chaos of what had happened. “Mr. Montclair ,” she whispered finally. “Yes?” “I can’t sleep.” Her voice was small, fragile. He stroked her hair gently. “Try again. You’re safe now.” Twenty minutes later, her eyes still glimmered in the dark. “I really can’t.” He sighed softly and turned on the lamp. “What do you want us to do, Ashley?” Her lips parted as she struggled for words. “I read somewhere that… intimacy helps you sleep when you’re restless. So, I was wondering if maybe we could—”

It is 6 AM and I can't sleep anymore, even though I had so much fun which made me tired. I decided to go to the kitchen and make myself some coffee and read a book in the living room. I sit comfortably on the couch, sipping from my coffee and turning a page from the book that I am reading, called "Dominant Queen". I let myself sucked into the book, that I don't even notice when Dark sits beside me. He puts one hand on my leg and tells me good morning.