Sleep Token Novel Novels & Stories

CHARITY POV “Shortcake,” a soft whisper pulls me from the comfort of sleep. I’m the most relaxed I’ve felt in days, my skin buzzing from the steady stream of electricity and sparks surrounding me. “Fireball,” another murmurs. Both are like honey, sweet and delicious. “Come on sweetheart, wake up.” Why would I want to wake? To willingly leave this place of warmth and security sounds stupid. “Baby, you gotta wake up. We’ve got a loser to hunt.”

she tells me and she goes back to her book, while I continue watching my show. I was watching the series You on N*****x about a serial killer, it is very interesting. Jolene was reading a book called Shadow and Bone about a girl who discovers she has a very rare type of power. After thirty minutes, she joins me in the bed. She takes my phone from my hands and she kisses me. her pregnancy has made her very horny.

The food tasted good, and I complemented the chef. I freshened up, picked up one of my books and started to read, and within minutes, I fell asleep. Only to be awoken by the same nightmare that has haunted me for sixteen years, the same nightmare that only visits me when rain falls. … A/N: Thanks for reading lovelies! Please recommend this book to your loved ones and drop a review. I'll be waiting to know what you think. <3

"I was awake an hour ago and you're gone, so I waited for you. I wanted to know more about this hunter stuff. I've googled and searched on the deep web but they all have a very vague description, which I highly doubt they're true." "Come to bed, and I'll tell you a story," I held out my hand and led her to the master bedroom where she had been sleeping since she stayed at the apartment. Tessa slipped under the covers and wrapped my body with her limbs like a true octopus. I had been liking the position, lately longing for her warmth and soft snore when I lay alone to rest my body. And as if she could read my mind, "You know, I'd be fine if you rest here... I won't freak out or bother you unt

Hello readers!! This is the second novel in this one read! It's another series you will surely enjoy! Here it is! #CLUMSY_QUEEN #EPISODE_01 {Go Twitches Entertainment} {America, Malibu} Written by Addy Snoring away like a pig, Amelia turned to the other side of the bed, trying to ignore the annoying alarm on her drawer. She kicked crazily at the bedspread and groaned. Opening her eyes,she yawned and stretched then got out of bed.

"Sleep tight." I smiled and began to leave. Almost immediately a hand caught mine. I glanced back at Sahana holding it. I felt her grip tighten. "Don't leave." She whimpered. My heart dropped. I felt my eyes become heavy again. I couldn't prevent myself from staying awake anymore. "Ok." I pulled the blankets over me, and drifted to sleep, never letting go of her hand. -------------------------------------------------------------- A/N Hi everyonee Hope ya'll liked this chapter :) Anyways have a great day Love yalllll

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_*]:min-w-0"> POV: LUNA _*]:min-w-0"> _*]:min-w-0"> I didn't sleep. Again. Between the spy in the tower and the challenge happening tonight, my brain refused to shut off. _*]:min-w-0"> Nova found me at dawn. Sitting on my bed. Staring at the wall. _*]:min-w-0"> "You look terrible." _*]:min-w-0"> "Thanks." _*]:min-w-0">

Alessia Volkov I didn’t sleep much. Between Stassie’s tear-stained confession and the image of Viktor Natov's cold eyes, my mind had been restless, ricocheting between dread and helplessness. When I finally slipped out of bed, the penthouse was silent, bathed in the soft grey light of early morning. The city outside hadn’t quite woken up yet it was in that liminal space between night and day, when even the chaos paused to breathe. I padded barefoot into the kitchen, tying my robe as I went, determined to do something useful like cooking breakfast. A distraction, really. Something normal. Familiar. Something that didn’t involve betrayal, blackmail, or the question of who might die next.

He opened the door a crack, checked the hall, it was dark and silent, then pressed one last kiss to my forehead. “Go.” I slipped out. Bare feet on cool tiles. My heart was still racing. Down the hall, past Daniel’s door….where soft snores drifted out, I crept back to the guest room and slipped under the covers. The T-shirt smelled like him. Soap, skin and faint musk. Between my legs I was still tender, still leaking a little of him onto the sheets. I pressed my thighs together, felt the delicious ache, and closed my eyes. Tomorrow night.