Sleepy Reads Novels & Stories

At night, Max was tossing and turning in bed. He looked at the time. It was eleven o'clock. At this moment, if Amy has slept. He picked up his mobile phone and sent Amy a WeChat. "Did you sleep?" Amy replied, "No." Max dialed Amy directly. Amy said, "Max Brother, it's so late. Why haven't you slept yet?" "Don't you sleep? What are you doing?" Amy vomited: "Read a book." Max couldn't help laughing: "What to learn, so positive."

Soft snores come from her within moments, and that was enough to lull me to sleep. Pounding and growls coming from the door wakes me from my slumber. Writers Note Hello everyone, and thank you for reading! I hope that you all are enjoying your reading. Please feel free to comment and let me know what you think of Trinity of Entanglement so far. Have a fantastic day everyone. 😘

I lay down on the fluffy rug, a sizable rectangular pillow under my head, and I began to read, drowned in the novel that started with someone being killed at a house's Halloween party. In the middle of the story, drowsiness began to attack me. I decided to fold the corner of the page I was reading now and then return the book to its original place, turning off the light before leaving the room. I yawned on my way to the bedroom. When I opened the door, Sean was sitting on the bed beside him, leaning on the headboard, holding his laptop, and busy typing something. I just kept quiet, didn't say a word, just climbed onto the side of my bed and closed my eyes, positioning my body with my back to

I heard a deep voice call out and I almost screamed. “Jonathan! What the hell? You scared the life out of me.” I heaved out a sigh of relief though my heart was still pounding so fast. “I'm sorry, why are you up? Is everything okay?” He was in a white trousers and shirt which looked extremely comfortable. “I was just thirsty. Why are you up and reading a book by this time?” I questioned and he chuckled walking off into the kitchen. “I don't sleep at night. I have insomnia.” He told me and poured me a glass of water while I took a second to glance at the book he was reading which was titled, I can be an amazing father:- Tips for new fathers.

Real. My heartbeat begins to slow. “I thought you said you weren’t tired,” Leo murmurs, raising a brow as he looks at me through his lashes, his tone lightly disapproving. “I’m not.” My voice comes out hoarse, wired. I glance at the book in his hand—What to Expect When You’re Expecting: Lycan Edition. I bite my lip, fighting a smile as he closes the book and releases my shoulders. “Did I doze off again?” I ask, sheepish, though I already know the answer.

Sure, I might've been silently roasting them in my head, but I swear my lips never moved. "You said I was—beep, beep, beep, beep—" Alicia stammered, visibly flustered. I gave her a perplexed look. "What's wrong with your language settings? Did your system crash?" Harvey jumped in, continuing where she left off. "You just said—beep, beep, beep, beep, beep—" 'Oh, great. Does the Stone Family have some kind of contagious disease? Should I make a run for it before it's too late?'

Safe. I lay her down gently. Pull off her shoes. Cover her with the blanket. She catches my wrist before I can step back. "Stay," she whispers. "I'm not going anywhere." I climb into bed beside her. Pull her into my arms. She curls against my chest like she's done every night since we bonded. The golden light pulses faintly between us. The bond settling into place. Her breathing evens out. Sleep pulling her under. And then she murmurs something so quiet I almost miss it.

Thump-thump. Alex. Under covers. Saw me read it. “See,” Alex said. “Crew fits. Even with class. Even with busy. Because crew is flexible. Like sharks. Sharks adapt. Deal?” _Silence. Bedroom. 8:15 PM._ “Deal,” I said. *11:59 PM. [SFX: QUIET. THEN BREATH. THEN EIGHT.]* Our bed. February. Bassinet. Asleep. Me. Adrian. _Silence. 11:59 PM._

Sleepy is standing in the door opening, waving at us with his pointy teeth forming a goofy smile. "So savage," He comments and then ducks under the doorframe to enter the shared kitchen. A black tunic, something he didn't find in Azrael's closet, covers his upper body, and his green hair is dripping wet and clinging to his muscular neck. "I'm just stating the truth," I say. Maze needs to be handled with fire against fire. "That's true," Sleepy reaches out a large hand to ruffle my hair. I close my eyes. "Stop that! You will mess up my hair!"

16 Adam: Good morning, beautiful. I miss you. Sidney smiled to herself, reading the messages through bleary eyes. She felt relieved to hear from him, to read the affirming words, like an addict getting a fix. She lay on her back in bed as the dawn painted along her ceiling. No alarm waited on her phone since it was the weekend, but she had been watching the light creep into her window, developing the room out of the darkness. The hours had dragged out above her. She had counted the seconds tick off as her mind refused to plunge into sleep, as her brain flexed hyperaware of every noise and creak inside and outside her room.