Sleepless Review Novels & Stories

My mood changed drastically and Sebastian noticed this. He asked what was wrong with me and I didn't know if it was a good idea to tell him what was happening to me. -It's hard to explain. -You didn't sleep very well, did you? -Is it that noticeable? -Why can't you sleep, is something bothering you? -No, it's just that I can't get to sleep. -But I can tell you're tired, tell me what's wrong. -It's hard to explain. -I know I shouldn't interfere but it's wrong that you don't sleep, you're affecting your health.

I cock a brow. "I'm a light sleeper." "Lies. You're always leaning against the headboard or out of the room whenever I wake up. Tell me why you're always up before me" "I sleep for a few hours or minutes through the night. I have something called insomnia. You're a healer, so you probably know what it is," he smirks.

Cole's PoV Monday 21st January 2019 ********************************* Me and Lacey went to an amazing party last night but I couldn't enjoy it because of Nathan. The kiss and the blowjob keep repeating in my dreams and even when I'm awake. I've been waking up with my bedsheets ruined most mornings and I can't handle it. It's been so embarrassing to walk past my dad every morning with my sheets ready to be washed again.

Faith's Pov: I woke with a gasp, my chest tight as if I had just run a marathon in my sleep. The nightmares were relentless, plaguing my every dream. I hadn’t had a peaceful night’s sleep since I was a child. Every time I tried to close my eyes, I was pulled into a nightmare that felt too real, too vivid. I blinked rapidly, my gaze falling to the alarm clock next to my bed. Three in the morning. Of course. I groaned in frustration, flopping back down onto my pillow, my body a tangled mess of frustration and exhaustion.

She does not sleep particularly well. This is not new information about herself — she has never been a good sleeper, not in the first life and apparently not in the second — but the specific quality of this sleeplessness is different from the usual kind. It is not anxious. It is alert, the way you are alert when something has shifted in the room and you're still working out what it was.

He rarely sleeps at nights cos whenever he does, he gets night terrors, so he's always sleep-deprived for days or weeks. Whenever his eyes finally closes for a proper sleep like this, it's called a shutdown in his case. He's gonna sleep without changing position for many hours, as if he's dead. Axel suddenly came back and turned off the room light before going back. *

This whole nightmare thing is news to me, so yeah, I’m just as surprised as you are," I said quickly, the words tumbling out too fast as I kept my eyes anywhere but on his. Dr. Roman studied me for a long, quiet moment, then gently set his pen down. "One last question," he said, his voice softening like he didn’t want to startle me. "Just so I know what to prescribe to help you rest, would you say you're a light sleeper or a deep one?" "Rest? He should try saying that to my father. I’d barely returned and already managed to turn half of Russia on its head. Not only had I been lying useless in this bed for three straight days, but he actually believed sleep was the solution to the storm I was

He had a glass of amber liquid in front of him—neat scotch, by the smell of it—and a tablet glowing with a spreadsheet that looked like a digital headache. "You scared the life out of me," I whispered, pressing my hand over my racing heart. "Do you ever sleep, or do you just recharge via Bluetooth like the rest of the equipment in this building?" Silas didn't laugh. He didn't even crack a smile. He turned the tablet off, the blue light vanishing and leaving us in the heavy, silver darkness. "Sleep is a luxury for people who don't have a Board of Directors trying to decapitate them. Why are you up, Elena? Are the silk sheets not to your satisfaction?"

Cheryl stirred, content to leave behind another sleepless night. Lately, it was so hard to catch a few hours of good sleep. Usually, the street noises were easy to bear, but since Paxos, she wasn’t used to it anymore. Nor was she used to sleeping, living, and eating in a single room, where the ugly-patterned wallpaper was peeling off in the corners, the carpet needed to go on a rubbish tip, and the electricity ran on a meter.