Sleeping Nook Novels & Stories

~Sienna~ The living room is a chaotic, beautiful mess of primary colors and soft babies laughter. I’m lying flat on the rug, the plush carpet fibers tickling my neck, while Naysa uses my chest as a human pillow. Her small, rhythmic breathing is the most grounding sound in the world. A few feet away, Nyomi is determinedly dragging a plastic dinosaur across the hardwood, while Noah sits beside her, watching the toy’s tail wag with wide, fascinated eyes.

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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.

Six months had passed since Noah’s birth, and the house had settled into a rhythm that felt both chaotic and perfectly right. The master bedroom was larger now, with a custom king bed and a crib right beside it. Diapers and baby toys shared space with the constant evidence of adult pleasure — dried cum stains on sheets, lube bottles on nightstands, and the faint, permanent scent of sex that no cleaning could fully remove.

Then she slowly fell asleep. Noah sighed and slowly relaxed his creased brows. He adjusted the duvet for Lola before getting up to change into his thick sleepwear. Then he returned to the bed and laid his back. Slowly closing his eyes to sleep. Thirty minutes later, Noah’s eyes shot up as he sat up on the bed uneasy. He glanced down at his lower region to see his member standing upright beneath his cloth despite the thickness of the fabric. He had no idea why he was this aroused in the middle of the night. The room also felt hot despite the cold weather.

was massive: vaulted ceilings, fireplace, windows looking out at the snow, and one giant king bed. One. Noah’s stomach dropped. Nora fake-gasped. “Oh no. Only one bed? That’s… scandalous.” Liv rolled her eyes. “You’ll survive.” Nora put a hand to her chest, all innocent. “Actually… I can’t sleep in the same bed as Cade before marriage. My family is super traditional. I’d lose control. You know how heats are.” She winked at Noah behind Liv’s back. Liv looked like she’d swallowed a lemon. “Fine. Whatever. Noah can bunk with Cade. you’ll take the extra room. Happy?”

He slammed the door shut. Noah lay on his bed and stared at the ceiling. His room was well furnished and was everything a standard room should be. A large bookshelf was at one end of the room. It was always filled with the latest novels. He stretched his hand a picked the novel on his bedside table. He usually read novels to pass time. He finished one every night and it was replaced with a new one in the morning by the servant. Unknown to anyone, he had insomnia. He seldom slept , hence, he used the novels to pass time. As he took the book, a photo fell out.

Burdened by endless school requirements, sleepless nights, and a schedule that never seems to slow down, all she wants is to find a comfortable bed where she can finally get a good night's sleep. One exhausting evening, she returns home barely able to keep her eyes open. Too tired to even switch on the lights, she simply throws herself onto the bed and falls asleep within seconds. The problem? It wasn't her bed. And even worse... She had no idea someone else was already sleeping in it. The next morning, Maeve wakes up feeling something strange. Instead of hugging her pillow, she finds herself pressed against something warm... and unmistakably solid. Her eyes slowly flutter open.

this sleeping sickness. Dr Kapur’s superior, Sir John Jenkinson, standing over the sleeping bodies of Central Hospital porter Norman Eley and his wife, Corrine—the quietest anyone had ever known the woman—speculated that the sickness in question had traits in common with Kleine-Levin Syndrome: ‘More commonly known as Rip van Winkle disease, or even Sleeping Beauty Syndrome...’ But, again, this was a neurological disorder and not prone to being passed on in such a devastating way. By the time it had been noted that the disease was airborne, after many of the hospital staff who hadn’t come into contact physically with patients began suffering from the same symptoms, the writing was on the wall

It was late that night when Knuckles knocked on Nessie’s door. She opened the door and let him in. As the door closed behind him, he looked around the room next to his own. She had a queen-sized bed on the far side of the double room. Where the second bed would have been was a small sitting area with a charcoal black sofa and wooden rocking chair. There was also a wooden and glass table that held a Guinness and a Stephen King book. On the opposite wall was a smart TV that had BBC morning news streaming. Under that was a short bookcase that was probably six feet long. All three shelves were packed with books of all kinds.