Sleepover Novels & Stories

he said, flicking me on the forehead. Laughing, I bit into my pizza. The rest of the night followed the same predictable rhythm that sleepovers always kept to. We ate and gradually became more and more lazy as the hours ticked by. Our energetic conversations tapered down to quiet whispers and giggle fits. We eventually fell asleep on a pile of blankets on the floor with a movie playing as background noise. Even with everything going on, with all the heartache twisting my stomach in knots and all of the uncertainty looming in the future…

says Esteban and we all nod removing the pain from our wet cheeks. "I have an idea, let's camp out in the living room. We can make sort of a sleepover to spend tonight together" Aninka proposes. "It's fine with me if I just have to lie down" I murmur and Aninka sighs. "I'll get the sheets, come on Michael." says Viktor and they both leave while the others, move the couches to make room. The sleepover that I thought, consisted of sleeping all together, ended up being the propitious place to talk about adventures and everything they have planned, so, we end up drinking hot chocolate with marshmallows, while we watch the snow fall.

Monday afternoon I am napping and my phone buzzes. It’s my cousin texting saying her son has a layover in my town on his way home for spring break. I look at the itinerary and notice it’s an overnight layover to which I reply that I have a spare bedroom and he is more than welcome to stay here in a bed rather than the airport.

As long as she is here, we can get through anything. The months fly by after we rescued Maddie. We had her first sleepover with Jessica that first Friday she was home. All I can say is… earplugs. Preteen sleepovers require earplugs for parents. Even Thomas and Adam could hear them on the floor below us… and the packhouse is supposed to be soundproofed!!! I’m here to tell you, soundproof insulation needs an upgrade.

STACY Lisa and I were sprawled out on my bed, our heads propped up by pillows, legs stretched out in front of us as we dug into the half-empty plate of ice cream between us. Our room was dimly lit by the warm glow of my bedside lamp, the soft hum of Lisa’s laptop in the background playing some random rom-com neither of us was really paying attention to. This was how we usually spent our sleepovers—talking, laughing, and indulging in ice cream therapy.

“A… sleepover? That’s what you’ve been thinking of?” “Yeah. But not your average one,” he said, eyes glinting with mischief. “This one’s going to be extreme. The kind of night people remember.” I blinked again, trying to process what he had said. “Extreme sleepover? What does that even mean?” “It means,” he said, leaning in slightly, “there’ll absolutely be no one else in the house that night. It’ll be just me, you, my friends, and maybe their friends. No more than ten people, max. I promise. There’ll be music, drinks, games, the works. It will be something wild. Something fun.”

Except now the secrets had teeth. Riley showed up at my bedroom door around ten-thirty wearing an oversized faded Nirvana tee (no bra, obviously—the outline of her nipples showed through when she moved) and black cotton boy shorts that hugged her ass and rode high on her toned thighs. Her dark hair was loose and messy from towel-drying after a shower, smelling faintly of coconut. She held the bottle of cheap rosé in one hand and two plastic cups in the other like she’d planned this all day. “Sleepover rules,” she announced, kicking the door shut behind her with her heel. “No phones after midnight, no talking about classes, and we finish this bottle before we p

Kayla covered her mouth. "It's been a while since I felt repulsed by food, sorry.” Sasha smiled sheepishly. I watched them by the side, a small smile on my face. I needed this moment with them to get my head back in the right space. “How about we have a sleepover?” I leaned forward excitedly. "It's been a while since we've all been able to gather together like this.” They responded in the positive and I grabbed my phone to message Saint. "I'm having a sleepover at Selene’s place.”

041 BYE BESTIE AURORA I can't lie in bed pretending to sleep for long. Claudia's leaving today. From tomorrow, I'll be roommates with Jayden again. It's a lot to take in for real. Claudia is still fast asleep, bundled up like a burrito, taking full advantage of her last morning in the room before her flight tonight. Quietly, I pull on my running tights, lace up my sneakers, and slip out of the room and out of the dorm.

My heart was performing an irregular, frantic rhythm that completely violated my standard resting heart rate. For the first time in seven hundred and thirty days, I was not alone in my bed. I turned my head with a slow, agonizing deliberation. Atasha was curled on her side, completely buried beneath my dark gray duvet. Her face was soft in the early morning light, devoid of the sharp, defensive mask she wore at the office. One of her bare arms was thrown over the mattress, her fingers lightly brushing against my thigh. Clause 2.1: No sleepovers. Once the physical objective is met, the visiting party must vacate the premises within sixty minutes.