Sleepless In Seattle Novels & Stories

I could only remain silent and keep working, trying to understand the overall flow of my job from Liam and Chloe's explanation earlier. I shook my head with a smile, not wanting Sean to be bothered by a problem I'd told him I'd deal with on my own. "I'm fine. I was so busy watching the drama series last night that I didn't get enough sleep." Sean had seen me watching dramas on my phone, so he knew I wasn't lying. She slept with me in her arms, but I still woke up after one episode had passed and only got sleepy when it got to the fifth episode, breaking my record of sleeping at the latest.

Julian’s POV The rain pattered across the massive glass windows of my penthouse, blurring the Seattle skyline into gray and black. It was past midnight. The rest of the city was quiet, but inside these walls, the air felt thick, heavy, and hot. I stood by the bar, pouring a glass of amber liquid I didn't even want. My mind was a complete wreck. For weeks, I had been drowning in a strange, angry confusion. The woman sleeping in my master bedroom–the woman my papers said was my wife, Serena–felt like a total stranger. But the girl currently sitting on the long leather couch across the room? She was the one driving me insane.

Alex asleep, _CREW_ hat on the nightstand. Downstairs, Bear asleep. UCLA, Chloe asleep. _Silence. 12:00 AM._ No court. No Harold. No Reese. Just pancakes. Just Rule 6. Just 8 being 8.

Noah Lack of sleep is becoming an unpleasant theme in my life. It’s 6 AM and I haven’t slept a wink all night. Most nights, it’s the RMS that keeps me awake, the bitter cold seeping into my bones. But the last three nights, it’s been because of her.

The past few weeks had left a lingering restlessness in me that seemed to follow me into bed every night and wake up with me every morning, making sleep feel less like rest and more like a temporary escape that never lasted long enough. For a while, I remained stretched out beneath the covers, staring absently at the pale ceiling above me while the first traces of daylight slipped through the gaps in the curtains. Seattle was slowly waking up outside my apartment, and I could already hear the distant murmur of traffic beginning to build beneath my windows.

She murmured something in her sleep and rolled over, hugging the pillow. I grabbed my phone from the dresser and moved to the living room, closing the bedroom door quietly behind me. The apartment was dark except for the city lights filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Singapore never really slept…there were always lights and movement, always the distant hum of life continuing regardless of the hour. I settled onto the couch and unlocked my phone, scrolling mindlessly through news feeds. A habit I’d developed during these sleepless nights…reading, researching, trying to fill the void with information even though I didn’t know what information I was looking for.

Waking up, I noticed Sean was not in bed. As I got up, I walked to the girls' room, finding them still fast asleep. Glancing at the clock, it was just past 7 AM, indicating that Sean must already be awake. Heading downstairs, I saw both him and Steve asleep on the sofa, legs propped up on the table, and empty glasses, clearly indicating they had a late night. Not wanting to disturb their rest, I retreated to the bedroom, fetched the laptop, and opened up the blog, ready to start typing. However, my mind felt blank – what do I write about today? It was so much harder; my thoughts kept replaying moments from the past that I didn't want to relive, remember, or document.

“On the worst days, I can’t even get coffee on the way. I just race home, slam my door, and scream into the pillow like it owes me money.” “Does it work?” I ask, curious and bitter all at once. “Sort of. Less like a bomb about to go off, more like a shaken soda slowly releasing its fizz. Better than nothing, anyway.” “Better than a bomb, I’ll give you that.” Her eyes flick toward me. “You want me to take Nathan tonight? Sounds like you could use a night with your pillow.” The team’s arriving in Seattle early tomorrow anyway. Breakfast with them before the flight. That thought punches me square in the gut. I have to face that too. I have to endure it. I have to…hold it together.

I stood up with a trace of uncharacteristic haste and instructed, "You can clear the table now." I then turned to the butler, Sebastian Greene, and said, "Get the car ready. I'm heading to the company." … Tristan's POV In the meantime, not long after being discharged, Delilah took me to the hospital once more. I was probably in such bad shape because I had forced my own discharge. As a result, I came down with a fever and passed out in her car not long after. I vaguely felt someone rubbing the bruising on my right hand while I was half-conscious.

Alexander’s POV The day before… When I woke up that morning, the first thing I noticed was the stiffness in my neck. I blinked slowly and stared up at the ceiling of the living room. For a moment I wondered why I was there instead of in my bed. Then the memory returned. I had fallen asleep on the couch sometime after midnight while going through reports on my tablet. The Seattle headquarters project has been occupying most of my thoughts lately. It was not just another corporate building. It was something Charlotte and I had dreamed about together.