Sleeping Feet Story Novels & Stories

Emily was sleep walking. She had to be. One minute, she was sleeping fitfully in the bed in her room. The next thing she knew, she was padding silently on bare feet past Paoli who was sleeping on the couch. She wanted to cry out for help. But, as with many dreams, she couldn't seem to get her body to work quite right.

Suddenly, it felt like all atoms of softness had gone and were replaced with great fear. I was there for a really long time and was starting to doze off when I heard footsteps. This time, it was going up and I smiled. Finally, I might go get myself a drink of water and be done with this night. I promised myself that no matter how hard, I would force myself to sleep, lest I get in trouble after that. So, I waited, counting from one to fifty before getting off the bed with the plate and opening my door slowly.

Mikhail's pov: Flashback I was happily walking out of the foyer where maids used to live, I stole a bedtime story book from that same kids room. I saw him sleeping with his mother and she used to tell him story time before his sleep. I also wanted my new mama to tell me stories before I sleep. Despite of being pain in my whole body I was excited. I was back from the training and my whole body was in pain. With my small feet I climbed up the stairs and went inside her room. She was preparing her bed to sleep.

END. * Next: Bend Me Over While You Sleep A step-mother being abused by her husband was saved by her twin step-sons she hasn't met because they lived in another country. She found out about their strange habit of sleep walking. But why are they fucking her?! And why is she not stopping them?!

Pippa's POV I must have dozed off at some point because the next thing I know, I’m in a dark room, lying on an uncomfortable bed that smells badly of dust. I am tucked into a sleeping bag, and my boots are gone. Groaning softly, I unzip the bag, and unwilling to put my feet bare feet on the filthy floor, I sit on my knees and lean over the edge of the bed, searching for my boots.

I went to sleep after. NEXT MORNING. I woke up due to the annoying voices chattering in the room. I slowly pulled down the duvet covering my face and sat up sleepily. Gosh,I slept too much. My head is so foggy and I still feel drowsy. I slowly opened my eyes just to meet two naked bodies dancing to the pop music from the speaker. Who are they? There were dollar notes littered on the floor,They stepped on it as they twerk,hyping each other.

Rochelle Entering the exam room with the doctor I sat down on the table as he sat on a small rolling stool, he gathered supplies and began to treat the wounds on my legs, “want tell me how you got these cuts, bruises and look like you’ve just went through hell?” I shrugged as my mind raced for an adequate answer for this human, “you won’t believe me if I tell you the truth, but here it goes.” I chuckled, “I sleepwalk, and we live in a very remote area, somehow tonight everything just happened all at once, our little girl getting sick, as I was sleepwalking in the forest was not the best timing.”

The pint is washed off, and the painting of the wall are fucking terrible. I move slowly to my feet, and I realise I am barefoot. No boots are socks, and I could swear I had them on before leaving the house today. I look at the bed, and there she is, with her golden hair spread on the pillow while she sleeps on her side. I know where I am now.

I start to run some water in hopes to be able to wash away the raccoon mess. As I finish up getting the last bit of blackness, I head back out into the hallway. Do I continue to head back out with yesterday’s funeral clothes on or do I get changed? I made the decision to go into the bedroom and get changed. I have to take my boot off so that I can put a pair of pants on. My foot is able to breathe! I’m surprised that I was able to sleep with it on without issue.

Sloane I woke up to an empty bed. No warmth. No noise. Just silence. For a second, I thought maybe it was all a dream…that he hadn’t actually stayed. That I hadn’t cried into his chest like some broken little girl. But the soft scent of cedar and leather still lingered on my room. He had stayed. I sat up, brushing my tangled hair out of my face. Today had to be different. No more crying. No more hiding.