Sleepless In Seattle Novels & Stories

Maybe even without me. That thought sat in my gut like stone. ***** Sleep came in pieces, sharp and strange. I dreamed of Seattle. Of golden eyes and wrong touches. Of Alex calling another man “dad.” Of Mark’s voice when he told me he was engaged to someone safe. I woke up at 11:47. Thirsty. Disoriented. The world outside glowed faintly through the massive windows. I padded barefoot to the kitchen towards the fridge, hoping to quench my thirst without making any noise.

The motel never had a working security camera. I still have that hundred-dollar bill tucked in my pocket. As the day draws to an end, I stand in front of the large glass walls and look out into the glittering city of Seattle. Taking out the bill, I stare at it. "I'll find you," I murmur. "Even if I have to search the corners of the earth." Her every sigh, those breathy moans, the way her face flushed when I touched her, it's all imprinted in my brain. I can't sleep at night without hearing her voice in my dreams. My wolf is getting restless as am I.

I woke up in the plush bed of our Seattle penthouse suite, the morning light of the city streaming through the windows. Stretching, I took a moment to appreciate the luxury of the room I had all to myself. Despite the lavishness, there was an emptiness to it. Getting up, I wandered into the living area, where Liam was already up and dressed, gazing out at the Seattle skyline. He turned as I entered, his smile holding that familiar mix of charm and mystery.

I knew he had already arrived in Seattle, considering the time they left London. Upon waking up the next morning and still not receiving any messages from him, I began to think that maybe I was mistaken. Perhaps he was going to forget about me and move on without even remembering my existence. Nevertheless, I didn't want to show my vulnerability by sending a message. I looked at the clock on the bedside table and realized it was seven in the morning, which meant it was already eleven o'clock at night in Seattle due to the time difference. He had probably already gone to bed and hadn't contacted me yet. The lack of communication was disappointing me.

In all honesty, I escape sleep because I'm more frightened of the nightmares than the puffiness under my eyes. I heard a loud ring… “Ugh! This fucking, stupid… bloody motherfucking--- shit…” I got up as soon as I perceived the annoying sound of the alarm, it tore me apart and I put it off in a whim. I work as a part-timer too; my brother goes to one of the most prestigious schools in Seattle since I didn’t let my circumstances ruin his childhood. Working as a sex worker didn’t seem enough though it paid me a lot, I was just avaricious to earn a few pennies here and there.

I let out a quiet sigh and chug my milk. He’s right. The competition had nothing to do with my sleeplessness last night. I couldn’t sleep because I was worried sick about the fact that news of Selena’s return had been leaked. By now, everyone knows she’s back and I can’t help but be nervous about what they are saying about it.

- Guess who has two VIP tickets at Party Night - Shake the bracelets - We'll be back tomorrow Amelia - she pouts. - I have not enjoyed.... "Of course yes, I don't think I've had water since we left Seattle," I say smiling, "not to mention that we haven't spent every night from party to party." - fine but it's our last night before returning to chaos - he lies down next to me - I have to go back to the hospital, you have to talk to Iskander... - I know... But we can't avoid our responsibilities. - yes we can and I will until I step foot in the Seattle airport.

It was not until she was sound asleep late at night that he gently let go, peeled back the covers, and crept downstairs. Sean spent the whole night wide awake. Part of it was the constant threat of being spied on, but most of it was the annual bout of insomnia he always got around New Year’s. He had tried everything to fix it, but sleep was a rare guest, and a peaceful night was even rarer. Every year, as New Year approached, closing his eyes only brought back a nightmare—a woman, drenched in blood, gripping his arm in the snowy night and gasping out the words with the last of her strength, "Sean, from now on, you and I are strangers."

The morning light in Seattle didn't bring hope;it just brought a headache that pulsed behind my eyes.I woke up with my face pressed against the silk pillowcase. The bottle of liquor was tipped over on the nightstand, a single amber drop hanging off the rim and the bitter taste of liquor still coating my tongue. I didn't need to turn my head to see that the bed was still empty. The other side of the king-sized mattress was cold, the sheets perfectly smooth. He hadn't come home. Not at midnight, not at three, not even when the sun started to peak through the Seattle mist.

Seattle greeted them beneath a silver-gray sky, low clouds hanging heavy overhead while the city lights had already begun glowing against the approaching evening. The local time read 5:50 PM. Because of the time difference, they had arrived on the same day, though Liam’s body felt as if it belonged somewhere else entirely. His shoulders were stiff, his head heavy with exhaustion. “Come on,” Chatrine said firmly. “We’re going straight to the hotel.” The drive into downtown Seattle left Liam unusually quiet. This was his first time stepping into a modern American metropolis. Seattle felt nothing like London. London carried history in every stone and street corner, while Seattle seemed built fr