Sleepless Review Novels & Stories

he asked, setting both items in front of her on the coffee table. “Shitty,” she said, even though that wasn’t quite true. She’d slept better than she had in a long time, which wasn’t actually saying much considering how hard it had been to sleep in the disgusting hotels they’d been staying in recently, not for lack of looking for better ones. Their current establishment was better by strides, but it was still only a three star at best by US standards from before the Revelation. Still, she hadn’t been worried about bed bugs all night, so it had been easier to close her eyes.

Or their carers. Grayson scraped his broad-spanned hand through the thickness of his hair. I stared in fascination at the deep grooves his fingers left behind. I started to think about those long, tanned fingers gliding down the bare skin of my arm, or my legs... I shivered and then swallowed thickly and quickly realigned my shoulders and spine back into a stiff don’t-mess-with-me pose. It’s kind of become my default posture in life, to be honest. Always bracing myself for a fight. I had no idea why I was suddenly fantasizing about Grayson Barlowe’s fingers on my body. It’d been a long time since I’d been intimate with anyone but surely I could find someone a little more suitable than my num

~ Hailey Park ~ Let me begin with the truth: I DID NOT SLEEP. Not one second. Not one minute. Not one microscopic millisecond. Why? Because my boss my evil, emotionally confusing, maddening, beautiful CEO — told me “You looked beautiful today” through a closed door like some kind of romantic assassin. HOW DO YOU SLEEP AFTER THAT. You don’t. You lie awake in a billionaire’s guest bed, staring at the ceiling like you’re in a psychological thriller playing the sentence until your brain melts.

I kicked off my shoes and climbed up onto my bed, pulling my knees tightly to my chest. I looked at the glass of blended fruit, and a bitter, self-deprecating laugh escaped my lips. I knew right then that it would definitely be pointless drinking the smoothie. My insomnia definitely wasn't a smoothie problem. It was an Easton problem. It was a thick, muscular, tattooed problem that no amount of blended tart cherries, kiwis, and bananas could ever solve.

"Tell them to wait." "Sir, with all due respect, your cousin, Julian Kane, is already in the room," Julian swallowed hard, his voice dropping into a tense whisper. "He spent the morning meeting privately with three of our primary institutional investors. The rumor on the floor is that if the logistics acquisition contracts aren't executed before the closing bell today, he is prepared to call for a formal board review of your... your medical fitness. He’s pushing the narrative that your amnesia is impacting your operational capacity."

I haven't been able to sleep as a result of his teasing and mocking of me. "What the hell is this, Remon?" asks the narrator. I have no idea what it is, but I want it. Lesley looks to be here with me, based on my impressions. While remaining focused on his feet, Remon expressed his surprise that even a wicked man like him could have such an intense reaction. "It's incredible," he said.

DRAKE’S POV Stephanie helps me get settled in bed quietly as once again try to get some sleep. It was getting to a tradition now, but I still wasn’t used to this. I wasn’t used to this at all. No matter how sleepy I was, the deeper I try to fall into a deep slumber, the louder the cries get. Then I know what’s coming next. The tightness in my neck and the tight congestions in my chest area. Multiple times the doctor had said I was fine, and there were no symptoms of what I was complaining about. Even after observation, results came out the same.

I could see Ian standing where he was from the rearview mirror, looking like a statue that had been abandoned by the world. That night, I had a nightmare. I dreamt of the day my sister passed away. I was kneeling by her stone-cold body while crying my heart out, with Ian and Lucy standing nearby and staring coldly at me. I jerked awake from the dream, drenched in cold sweat.

**** I silently entered through the window, not bothering to shut it, knowing that the noise would definitely wake up Demetrius. I gently removed the pillow I put into Demetrius' arms in place of me and quietly entered the silky sheets. Immediately finding warmth in his body, I snuggled closer to him and smiled, it didn't take long before I was fast asleep.

My binds were still drawn shut and I don’t even know what time it was yet… I have been here literally all day. Still in some baggy I LOVE NYC shirt and some shorts. I was laying almost upside down with my legs on the wall, hair all over the place. I was also fucking hungry. Because Desmond Knight, tyrant extraordinaire, and resident ass wipe decided to follow up on his promise. No hot chocolate for same goes for cereal, ice-cream…. Just literally anything that tastes good. And he did not just say it. He literally made sure that the entire pantry was rid of snacks… out of sight is out of mind he said or some shit along those lines because I seriously could not be bothered at this point.