Sleepless Review Novels & Stories

I feel so exhausted that shortly after watching a movie that catches my attention, my eyelids close and I fall into deep sleep. I wake up out of nowhere, my eyes squinting in madness and almost jumping up, which ends up causing the tormenting pain to return to my chest with lightning speed. The bad dream of Greece formed memory assaulting me on the night of the supermoon that assails me to some extent once a day, leaving me worried and fostered in top form. “Did you rest soundly?” Gabriel's voice makes me turn to the left in a split second, thinking he's perched on the singular sofa and with the controller in one hand. Hear an eyebrow at me.

Lily posted on Instagram with the title: [I Kindly Lent My Luxuries to a Roommate, and Never Expected She'd Steal My Identity Too!] The post was a mix of pictures and text, featuring screenshots from Scarlett's secret account, a record of her borrowing items, and the broadcast we had recorded about her online romance. [She's a so-called "poor student," and I, being the nice person I am, lent her all sorts of luxury items whenever she asked. But what I didn't know was, she was running a fake account, showing off her supposed wealth.]

I inserted my hand into the pocket in my jacket and walked on. ~~~~ Fire! Screamed! Fear! Darkness! That was all I could pictured in my sleep for 13years of my life. I saw no faces, but a child crying so loud from a distance that do brushed my eardrum. Was this connected to the past I knew nothing about? I swallowed the heavy load in my throat, reached for the table clock on my table, then I dropped it back on the stool. It is morning already. I flicked off the blanket from me and rose up from the bed. I relieved this with music or exercise.

More than a hundred miles to the south and east, Leesa’s eyes shot open. Leesa’s heart pounded in her chest and the long-sleeved T-shirt she slept in clung to her skin with sweat. She felt like she had closed her eyes and fallen asleep only minutes ago. The sounds of music and voices from somewhere down the hall told her it couldn’t be very late, and a glance at her clock confirmed her thought—the blue numerals read 11:24. She had gone to bed a little before eleven, pretty early for a Friday night, but she had been feeling tired a lot lately, courtesy of all the tossing and turning she seemed to do almost every night now. If she didn’t figure out some remedy for her restless sleep soon, she

IRIS. Who would have thought that the pursuit of truth came with sleeplessness stitched into its very lining? I hadn’t slept properly in days. Not the kind of sleep that restores, at least. Mine was shallow and brittle, a thin film of unconsciousness that shattered at the slightest thought. Every time I closed my eyes, my brain resumed its quiet, frantic arithmetic—names, timelines, phone records, headlines—arranging and rearranging them as though sheer persistence could force them into a confession.

Adrian’s insomnia had never been an accident. It was an advantage he cultivated like muscle, late nights, bright screens, a small army of numbers and patterns that bent toward the truth if you stared at them long enough, but sleep had been particularly thin the week after Luna’s collapse. Each breath felt measured; each silence in the penthouse like a held gun.

My mate was nearly g**ged r*ped in his damn hotel. "Do we need to take her to the hospital? She's just unconscious due to the drugs they fed her. She'll wake up in a couple of hours" Sophie said for the tenth time. "I don't care Sophie. Just drive to the damn hospital. We need to check her well and remove the drugs from her system. I replied once again for the tenth time. I don't want to hear about anything. My mate being unconscious drives me crazy. I need to be sure she's alright and I need to hear it from her mouth. Since she nearly got in trouble because of her mother not being around her then I would have to bring her mother over. I do not want any of these to happen again.

I toss and turn, trying hard not to wake Elisa, the sleeping beauty who looks like she might be dead, and end up on my back. Exhaling heavily and flattening the sheets over my body while staring at the ceiling, I know closing my eyes is futile. By now, it has to be the early AMs, and I have not managed to stay asleep for more than short periods. I keep waking and feeling restless, with a million thoughts swarming me. I can’t stop the ongoing onslaught of mindless worries and woes, and of course, Dane is top of that list.

I assured him as Persephone wrinkled her nose, and Delilah even looked disgusted. “TMI! It’s bad enough that we live with Crista and Alec and have to deal with never knowing if a room is safe to enter or if we’ll walk in on them banging. And let’s not start on how freely André talks about his sex life and Darren’s lack of gag reflex.” Persephone rolled her eyes.

She stayed where she was at the sound she heard as she smiled slightly and walked into her room. "You didn't call the driver! I thought you came at night!" Kerem Karahan and the speech he always gives. Insensitive, reckless, most of all, ruthless! He lifted his head and smiled as his breathing to calm him burned his lungs. Artificial, forced... "Friends didn't leave last night." A short answer, his step, ended with a loud voice. "Are you talking about the person you met from scratch!?" "Evet."