Sleep Token Books Novels & Stories

The earned sleep. The sleep of a long task set down at the end.

Zeke followed his gaze and looked over with an almost indistinguishable smug glimmer in his eyes. "Dad, you shouldn't stay mad at Zach anymore," he said in a low voice that was filled with worry. "I think it's just because he didn't manage to get any sleep last night. He's usually watching TikTok under the blankets at night. I've already told him to quit it many times." Zeke might have said it very nonchalantly, but it was more than enough to ignite Dad's fury. Dad's face turned as black as thunder.

With shaking hands, I turned off the laptop and went to pack up my things. Only then did I realize that I'd bought most of my stuff in pairs. Only I used them, though; Harold never used the items I'd prepared for him. He was obviously cold to me, but I'd always ignored those subtle signs. I tossed all the matching couple stuff into the bin and packed everything else before texting my best friend, Jane Ramsey. "Do you want to meet up tonight?" I would be heading to the mountains as part of an aid group later, so I wouldn't get to see her for a long time. I decided that I should say goodbye to her properly.

The Silver Pack Alpha is in his room, snoring ‘cause I told him to do so. I have a habit when I wake up in the middle of the night, even before the break of dawn, I will have a hard time falling asleep again. So I read an erotic book, this erotic book—hoping it will wake up the sleepiness in me and let me rest my eyes again before four in the morning.

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.

chapter two ‘It’s time. Come, quickly... I need you!’ The words followed him, up out of unconsciousness as he was roused from his precious sleep. Precious, for him especially as an insomniac. The time he spent in a dream state—especially these days—was few and far between, and he resented anything that interrupted it.

"About the fact that you've been sleeping in my bed for three nights and we haven't talked about what that means." A ghost of a smile touches her lips. "Maybe I just like your mattress." "My mattress is standard issue. Same as every other guest room." "Then maybe I like the way you smell." "Cedar and smoke?" "And something else. Something that makes my wolf DNA wake up even though I don't have a wolf." Heat crawls up my spine. Kain growls low and pleased. "That's the bond," I tell her. "Recognizing what belongs to it." "I don't belong to anyone."

The sudden darkness in the small bedroom felt heavy. I had packed four books for this trip. Four heavy, literary novels. I had a meticulous reading schedule mapped out in my notebook. I had even curated a playlist specifically designed for reading near water. Uncle David had a lot to answer for.. When sleep had refused to come to my eyes I carefully slid out from under the sheet. I heard a disturbing, weak sound in the mattress that made my heart stopped. I took a deep breath, then waited for the slow rhythmic breathing of baby max, across the hall to tell me that nothing had been disturbed.

My mood changed drastically and Sebastian noticed this. He asked what was wrong with me and I didn't know if it was a good idea to tell him what was happening to me. -It's hard to explain. -You didn't sleep very well, did you? -Is it that noticeable? -Why can't you sleep, is something bothering you? -No, it's just that I can't get to sleep. -But I can tell you're tired, tell me what's wrong. -It's hard to explain. -I know I shouldn't interfere but it's wrong that you don't sleep, you're affecting your health.

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.