Sleeping Nook Novels & Stories

A canopy of sheer fabric was draped around the frame, adding a dreamy, intimate feel to the space. The windows here were just as large, framing the forest in all its glory. Heavy curtains hung on either side, their texture rich but understated. A reading nook occupied one corner, complete with a comfortable chair, a small table, and a lamp that cast a warm, inviting glow. “This is where we’ll all sleep,” Dean said, his voice low and filled with pride. “Together.” Nicola turned to him, her eyes wide. “It’s... perfect.” Her gaze shifted to the smaller doors lining one wall. “And these?”

~Winter~ Alone in bed, I awoke with a jolt, momentarily disoriented by the unfamiliar surroundings of the alphas' duplex. Panic set in until the realisation dawned on me. I scanned the room, seeking Noah, but the space next to me was vacant and chilled, indicating he had either left hours ago or never occupied that bed. Glancing at the clock, which read five in the morning, memories of the previous night flooded my mind, and the consequences of my actions with Noah became painfully clear—I had made a regrettable mistake.

"I've got the watch." But as Nora turned toward the door, her own exhaustion hit her like a physical blow. Her vision blurred, the blue monitors dancing in her eyes. She needed to close her eyes, if only for an hour. She retreated to the guest suite down the hall, collapsing onto the bed without even pulling off her shoes. Sleep, however, was a shallow thing in that apartment. Sleep didn't come easily. Behind her eyelids, Nora saw the fish-eye view of Kade’s apartment. She saw the brown paper bag. She saw the needle.

The soft morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle glow across the room. Mehak Noor lay in her bed, wrapped in the embrace of peaceful slumber, her face serene, and her chest rising and falling in rhythmic harmony with her dreams. The room was bathed in a tranquil silence, a haven of restful tranquility.

NADIA’S POV Morning comes slowly. Soft gray light slips through the curtains while rain taps lightly against the windows again, quieter than yesterday, softer somehow. The apartment smells like coffee and laundry detergent. For the first time in days, I stand still long enough to actually notice them. Noah sits cross-legged on the living room floor in dinosaur pajamas, stacking blocks carefully while cartoons play low in the background. “Uh oh,” he mumbles seriously when one falls over. A tiny smile almost pulls at my mouth. I lean against the kitchen counter, wrapping both hands around my coffee mug while exhaustion still sits heavy in my body.

I can’t seem to wrap my head around the whole thing and I’m not going to lie, the fact that I can’t feel my legs as to be the worst thing to ever happen to me. “Get some sleep I’ll be back to check in on you. If you need me, just ring the bell okay?” She instructs softly and I nod, still no wanting to talk. I hear the pitter patter of her footsteps retreat and the door shuts softly, as she walks out of the room. I run my hand through my hair as I adjust the duvet on my body. I let out a deep sigh before closing my eyes, but I quickly open them back up remembering what happens whenever I try to sleep.

I push it wider and step inside. Jesus. I didn't realize how much she liked the color purple. There's literally purple everywhere. The room smells like her—a warm vanilla floral scent. It’s everywhere and—fuck—my dick twitches hard in my jeans before I can stop it. I swallow. I shouldn’t be here. But, I’m already moving deeper into the room anyway. Her desk is tidy but occupied. A couple textbooks stacked. A half-empty water bottle with a purple silicone sleeve. And right in the middle, face-down but open, a paperback novel. The spine’s creased like it’s been read a hundred times.

Genuine enough for the requirement. By the end of dinner, I felt exhausted but clearer. “Thank you for the meal…. And for listening. This is strange, but I think we can make the six months work.” Noah stood and cleared the plates himself. “We will. Tomorrow I will show you the full building amenities. Gym. Pool. Whatever you need. Settle in tonight. Change whatever you want in your space.” I returned to my wing and closed the door. The big bed felt too large. The city lights twinkled outside the windows. I sat at the studio table and sketched for a while.

Near the corner, a floor-to-ceiling built-in shelf housed neat rows of hardbound storybooks and collectible models. A plush navy area rug sprawled across most of the floor, partially covered by scattered wooden train tracks and a few half-built marble runs. His bed was a massive four-poster, draped with an embroidered duvet featuring subtle superhero characters. A sleek desk sat against one wall with enough space for his art supplies to be laid out like a tiny architect’s studio. There was even a small modern reading nook by the window with velvet cushions and a smart lamp that adjusted the brightness automatically.

Well, she made some weird noises from time to time, like she was having a nightmare. I sat on the couch, my eyes directly fixed on her cute face, her red hair sprawled all over as she slept. The lights were on, like who sleeps with the lights on? Noelle did. Since she was little. She had a knack for leaving the light on while she slept and I hated that shit. And she knew I did. Maybe that was why we never slept in the same room when we were little. Noah too. Kira was the only one who tolerated that. It was two in the morning and I had remained on that sitting spot for over three hours. Doing what? Watching her sleep.