Sleep Token Novel Novels & Stories

Taylor Baker’s POV I grunted in my sleep before I was tossing and turning around as something soft was covering my body. I sighed before I was snuggling against the warm body that was sleeping next to me. I furrowed my eyebrows before I was remembering last night that I was out with Astrid and had a bottle of tequila and— I stood up straight before I blinked my eyes. I was not in the same room that I leased for a few weeks and the person that was beside me was not Astrid. But a man. And he was naked as I can see his hard chest and brown hair.

That look he gave me when he found out I went out with Caleb. That expression when he opened the cabinet. Like I had betrayed him. The more I thought about it, the more confused I became. Somewhere between panic and exhaustion, I fell asleep. I woke up in the middle of the night, dying of thirst. When I passed by Travis’s room, I noticed the door was slightly open and a faint light spilled out. Someone inside was murmuring my name. “Jennie…” My steps froze. Was he unable to sleep because of what happened too?

I put on a tаnk drеѕѕ wіth ѕраghеttі straps thаt I lіkе to ѕlеер іn. I’m ѕtаrіng at thе wаll, thіnkіng оf everything thаt hаѕ happened, аnd wоndеrіng how thе hеll I made іt hеrе whеn I hеаr a knock аt thе door. [Next POV will be 'Blake' in Chapter 32] ******** Author Note: Join Your Fellow Readers Here & Gossip Theories:👉 bit.ly/avi22nash

It was easy to forget why she’d learned the old words and why she kept the tokens; it was easy to forget until the next morning when maps would be checked and boots would be tied and the world would ask for things in more literal ways. She closed the door softly behind them and in the soft small dark of their room, she let the marks she’d made slip back to sleep. The Hellebore lay wrapped in linen beneath the bed; the token was under the board. For tonight, that was enough. Tomorrow would ask for payments and witness names and careful blood. Tonight they would eat and sleep and dream like pack members who had not yet been carved into the shape of the world.

*******Tessa******** It was already late at night when I woke up from my long slumber. I tried to move away but the hands of this man were wrapped tightly around me in a way that I couldn’t move an inch away from him. I didn’t know why Killian held me in that manner; it was more like he was scared that I was going to run away. When I turned over to look at him, he seemed to be having the best time of his life, this was the first time that I had ever seen him sleep soundly.

It felt like a ritual—a peaceful prelude to the adventure awaiting me within the pages of my book. As I finally settled into bed, the book resting in my lap, I couldn’t help but think of Damien. His presence lingered at the edges of my mind, stubborn and persistent. This book was the perfect way to push him out of my thoughts, at least for tonight. “What are you doing?” Damien’s voice cut through the hazy veil of my thoughts, rich and teasing, pulling me out of the foggy depths of a dream I didn’t even realize I was in. My eyelids fluttered open, and the dim, ethereal glow of the room welcomed me back to consciousness. Only then did it hit me—I had fallen asleep again while reading.

-All you have to worry about is looking beautiful at our wedding. I broke free from his grip and ran away, the being was too fast and managed to catch up with me. It immobilized my body and made me look at it. -No...no... -Stop fighting, you're only delaying the inevitable. My eyes focused on his gaze. I tried to break free but my face started to move on its own and my lips moved closer to his. I woke up just before I kissed him and hugged my mother for calling me. -You've been so sleepy lately, you're waking up later every day.

Satisfaction. “Sleep,” he said, his voice a low command. “You’ll need your strength.” He turned and left, the other men following. The door clicked shut, plunging the room into near darkness, save for the city lights filtering through the sheer curtains. Lena’s body sank into the mattress, her muscles uncoiling for the first time since she had arrived. The scent of clean linen and her own freshly washed skin filled her senses. She was a mess of conflicting emotions: shame, exhaustion, satisfaction, and a terrifying, thrilling anticipation for what the morning would bring. She fell asleep with the image of the pierced man’s eyes burned into her mind.

I managed to throw my legs over the edge of the bed and I peeked at the clock with one eye. 9 o'clock. My eyes went to the two plates again. Lunch and dinner. It was already dawn when Adrian and I went back after our interaction with Samael. I had slept the entire day. Well. Minus the pauses where Adrian demanded full attention from my body and mind. A book on the other nightstand made me crawl to the other side of the bed. Pride and prejudice. "Oh my god." I whispered softly to myself. My fingers touched the worn book. This was the book I read on top of Asta with Adrian behind me. He kept it. A small note peeked from the page. I opened the book on that page and read the neatly written words

Laid myself at the bed. Close my eyes and finally let my sleepiness swallow me. This bed is mine alone. They want me to stay here, right? Tss. Never try to squeeze yourself here, EL. Or I will make sure you wake up to another dimension. Just try. TSK. @DEATH WISH PLEASE HAVE A POSITIVE REVIEW! Thank you for supporting my Novel! Also follow me at facebookPage: International_Pen Books You may also read my complete Novel, (hmmm... while waiting for an update)