Sleepless Review Novels & Stories

Avyanna Four years ago I was gonna be late for school again even with the fact that I hadn't slept at all. My life was going so great. How many thirteen-year-olds have insomnia and have to take pills to sleep?. How many? Maybe numerous, but none that I know of. My wolf, vesta growled, she needed rest. I had been overworking her since we had synced. I hurried downstairs because Elektra must have been waiting for me. I scurried past my brother who was getting out, we hardly talked to each other.

It would be so easy to keep it clean. The king-size bed, covered with off-white linen, had too many clothes strewn all over it. The fawn curtains were pulled aside, revealing the floor to ceiling glass windows. There were two large bookshelves in the corner with books lying in a mess. Nearby was a large study desk with a laptop, printer, an iPad and loads of files. Iris started with the bed. Thankfully, he hadn’t come in, or she would have lost her focus. Exhaustion overtook her senses, yet she strove harder to complete the task at hand.

I was not a workaholic or at least that was what I thought. "It is. Have you ever tried making time for yourself?"Lila asked "Yes, just last week I went to a restaurant with a business partner, "I told her and she rolled her eyes "You're hopeless, sometimes I wonder if you even sleep at all"Lila said "At maximum three hours" Sometimes not at all. Sleepless nights equaled no nightmares. Nightmares that I seemed to run away from, nightmares that I had become acquainted with. I sighed "I'm surprised you haven't broken down yet," Lila said surprised

Alexander found the document at 6:09 in the morning. He had not slept. This was not unusual for him, he was a man who had always had a complicated relationship with sleep, treating it less as a necessity and more as a negotiation, giving it what he could not productively use for anything else and reclaiming it the moment his mind had something better to do with the hours. But last night had been different from the ordinary insomnia of a busy man. Last night he had sat in his study until the darkness outside the windows thinned and greyed and the city's nocturnal hum shifted registers, becoming the early morning sound of a world recommitting to itself, and he had sat through all of it with th

chapter two ‘It’s time. Come, quickly... I need you!’ The words followed him, up out of unconsciousness as he was roused from his precious sleep. Precious, for him especially as an insomniac. The time he spent in a dream state—especially these days—was few and far between, and he resented anything that interrupted it.

Tomorrow, those pictures will probably be on the front page of the newspaper. Sarah hung up, her mind filled with complicated thoughts. Sarah couldn't sleep, her head ached. Sarah sat on the balcony, sipping a glass of red wine. The soft light of the moon poured into the room, creating a very mysterious scene. Sarah suffered from insomnia for a long time. She couldn't fall asleep quickly. Sarah always felt scared and insecure. Even though she was married to Leon, her situation was not better. Sarah sighed. She continued drinking in the moonlight. ------

June’s Perspective The sleep that claims me is unlike any I have ever known. ​Usually, the stress of a day—especially a day involving a dining hall collapse and a violent physical altercation with a handsy stranger in a dark alley that miraculously didn't ruin one of Leila's custom silk designs—would leave me tossing and turning for hours. But tonight, the absolute second I pull the duvet up to my chin, my body feels impossibly heavy. My bones are vibrating with a low-frequency hum that seems to sync with the very earth beneath the dorm’s foundation.

This man, this brilliant, kind, powerful man, was sitting in his living room in the middle of the night, keeping watch over him so he could sleep. He closed his eyes. The dark behind his eyelids wasn’t threatening this time. It was just dark. The silence wasn’t oppressive. It was peaceful. The tension that was a constant presence in his shoulders, his jaw, his entire body, began to dissolve. He felt heavy, warm, and safe. Truly safe. For the first time in three years, Leonard fell into a deep, dreamless sleep. The morning light filtering through the window woke him gently. For a few disorienting seconds, he didn’t know where he was. The room was unfamiliar. Then, the memories of the previous

Joan was asleep in the half dead coach, her snores were the only sound that indicated she was alive. The screen lit up my face in blue. I glanced at the clock: past two in the morning. My next shift was in four hours and I desperately needed to sleep but that can wait. I sat cross-legged on the chair , my laptop open in front of me, half-eaten noodles on the table I could grab on my way home. The club had drained the life out of me, but the moment Sasha mentioned that party, something had clicked in my Results spilled across the page: a dry press release from a tech magazine, an overheated gossip blog, a restaurant review, one blurry I*******m story that might have been from last year. Nothi

Who knows it will come in handy for you someday. Raveen didn't need to reply to the message because what his father said was self-explanatory. After closing the laptop screen, Raveen laid down on her king size bed. In fact, he had been suffering from insomnia for quite some time. Luckily he had the cure. Not sleeping pills prescribed by a doctor. Lavina was the sleeping pill. Every time before going to sleep, he would imagine the beautiful girl near him. Lavina was the best soporific for him.