Sleeping Nook Novels & Stories

I’m saving him. I felt sick. The room spun a little. I slipped out of bed, bare feet on cold hardwood, and padded to the nursery. The nightlight cast soft stars across the ceiling. Aiden was sprawled on his back, mouth open, one tiny sock half-off. Noah slept curled on his side, thumb near his lips, those dark curls spilling over his forehead. They looked peaceful. Innocent. Untouched by the storm gathering outside these walls. I sank into the rocking chair, phone still clutched in my hand, and stared at them until my eyes burned.

“It’s not only his afternoon nap that’s difficult, Mum. He doesn’t sleep well at night either. Last night, I took Noah to sleep in my room. His mother was already asleep, but he kept playing by himself.” “Oh, really?” Mawar paused her work for a moment when she heard about her grandson. “Yes. I only managed to fall asleep around one in the morning because Noah refused to sleep.” Nathan complained. “Haha... What was Noah playing with in the middle of the night?” Mawar asked with great interest. “He was jumping around on the bed. Playing with robots, toy cars, basically anything he could find in the room. What are you working on, Mum?” Nathan began to grow curious about the sketch Mawar was wo

They had to make contact with Nino Suter. Noah closed the laptop and went upstairs. He rolled around for a while struggling to sleep and when he woke up the following morning he was surprised to see it was already 11 AM. He felt rested and the last few weeks he hadn’t really slept so he welcomed the rest he had gotten the previous night.

How was she supposed to meddle in their private matters? … Noah climbed the stairs and went to the master bedroom on the second floor. The night light by the bed was turned on. Lorian and Holly slept soundly on a seventy-eight-inch bed. There was only enough space for another adult to sleep on. Obviously, nobody kept a spot for him. Gwynn was applying skincare quietly in front of a makeup table. Her sleeping gown was hanging off her body loosely, further highlighting how slender she was. The nightlight cast a dim ray on her face, illuminating the soft hair on her cheeks and making her look all the younger.

It felt like the Moon Goddess had granted me my wish as a huge ball of warm fur swept me to its side and let the comforting warmth and cinnamon scent lull me to sleep. Mhmm, this was exactly what I wanted and I was out like a light. “I love you…mate.” * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Nox’s POV Cracking an eye open, I found myself in unfamiliar surroundings where the walls were black and the bed sheet a complimentary grey and red. The room was sharply but tastefully designed and the room oozed authority even without the presence of the owner.

I inhaled the familiar musky scent of his cologne that lingered in his room and set the tray on his working table, which held a grandpa computer and a few stationaries. Noah looked so cute and peaceful while sleeping. I wondered if he ever snores during the sleep, I've caught him snoring. "Hey Noah," I shook him slightly, but to my dismay, he was in no mood to wake up. If anything he snuggled further into his blankets.

They were mine, mine only. Once the children are asleep I close the bedroom door leaving a night light on for them. I head into the sitting room to read my pack emails before calling it a night. I walk in to find Noah sitting at the table with the laptop open, logged into the emails. I crack my neck, it was sore from sitting on their bed for too long. “Anything interesting?” I ask as I place my hand on the back of Noah’s chair and rub my neck. “Yes…an invitation…” He cagily responds.

Chapter 15: Cold Breakfast, Hot Glances Nico woke before the first alarm buzzed through the dorm speakers—5:47 a.m., body clock still tuned to foster-home survival. The room was dark except for the faint crimson glow seeping under the door from the hallway sconces. Jax snored like a chainsaw in the top bunk. Theo’s laptop fan whirred softly on the desk. Kai had rolled onto his stomach, one arm dangling off the side.

Deep down, Sarah hoped that the wound in the little girl’s heart has faded, even a tiny bit to at least let her sleep in peace. Sarah approached the bed, and only when she was hovering over the divan did she see Noah sleeping on it. He held his knees close to his chest as he sank deep inside it in an awkward position. It didn’t seem comfortable to Sarah, but Noah seemed to have never been more comfortable in his life. She chuckled softly before placing the bowl on the nightstand, wondering if she should wake them up. She stood by the divan shifting her weight to one leg with her hands supported on her hips. She suddenly felt guilty for waking them up when they were so sound asleep.

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