Sleepy Reads Novels & Stories

He couldn’t wait to see her sleepy, surprised smile when she realized he had done this just for her. Sophia slowly stirred, her body feeling deliciously sore as she was pulled from sleep by the sweet aroma filling the room. The scent of crispy bacon, freshly brewed coffee, and warm toast floated through the air, wrapping around her like a comforting embrace. She inhaled deeply, still lost in the haze of sleep, her lips curving into a soft smile.

66 BA Naughty Maridelle Situated on the wall on his right is a simple wall clock with a wooden frame; its shorter hand kisses the number four while the longer hand almost points to number eleven. His eyelids is drooping; and there is already dark line under his eyes. Everyone except the guards are slumbering, but Alpha Lachlan did not sleep after the celebration. On his hand is a piece of paper he has been reading for the umpteenth times. His lack of sleep has deprived him of good understanding or it is just that the report on his hands needs perusing.

Like I don't have a care in the world right now. *paper sound* What is that sound anyway? I sleepily open my eyes once more to see the book once more but this time there was a picture. Page 28? When did I even start reading this book? I should just get up, use my speed magic to read it finish and go back to sleep... Why am I even reading a book like this? I sleepily wondered, I then felt a gentle, tender pat on my head, the tender feeling of fingers going through my hair once again lulls me back to sleep.

Selene I bite my lip while inside my room, I said I'm going to sleep but I can't sleep Scam! I've been reading a book for a while to fall asleep but I still don't feel sleepy I'm really obsessed with Klyde, I can't get him out of my mind. I'm trying to concentrate on sleeping but he's stuck in my mind I feel like he charmed me I didn't want to go out and walk down the stairs but I stopped when I saw Klyden also going up, he wasn't walking well and he was about to fall is he drunk

Read enough to understand the quality of what was happening. The first message she read that stopped her was from a woman she did not know, in a city she had never visited, who had apparently read the entire book between midnight and four in the morning and had written to say: I did not sleep. I could not sleep. Every time I thought I could put it down I found I could not put it down because it felt like putting down the only honest thing I had encountered in years. I have been in that kitchen. I have stood at that counter. I did not know anyone else had been there until this morning.

Soren – POV Before Raisel Wakes Up and Finds Soren’s Secerts Soren’s POV I couldn’t sleep. My mind was racing, but not with nightmares or restless thoughts. Raisel was here—sleeping in my arms, her body pressed against mine, warm and soft. It was surreal. I had to pinch myself to believe this wasn’t just a dream. She was right here. I brushed a stray strand of hair from her face, revealing her delicate features as she slept peacefully. Her skin, pale and flawless, was marked by love bites—my marks, claiming her as mine.

SERENA I didn’t sleep. I lay on my bed with the light off and my phone face down beside me, staring at the dark ceiling and listening to the apartment breathe. Pipes clicked. The air conditioner kicked on and off. Somewhere downstairs a door slammed, then another, then quiet again. Every sound felt louder than it should have, like my body had decided that rest was a luxury I wasn’t allowed anymore. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the book in Josh’s hands.

I needed some sort of comfort my plan was to head to the shower take a really nice long shower and head back to my bed, pick up my Bible and read till I slept off base my strength on God so I can really meet the sleep, because at this point if I didn't sleep or close my eyes I was definitely going to look like I got punched in the face than 10,000 times I hadn't slept like forever I know I slept for some days but after having to be attentive and my brain having to be a sharp receptor I needed to rest it so I could think straight because I knew definitely there were things I was not seeing my mind kept telling me there was something I had missed so until then I needed to find sleep. A few min

He squinted his eyes and pursed his lips. “Hah! You got me.” He didn’t deny it nor confirm it. “Please don’t do it. It’s similar to your mental torture.” Sleepy was begging hard, kneeling on the floor and clasping his hands together, desperately. “Fine. I’ll put that aside.” “How about mind reading?” Smile smiled sheepishly. “Don’t push your luck too hard,” he snorted and stretched his body. “But–” Sleepy wanted to retort. “No can do. Y’all have similar abilities. I taught you so. Use that to your advantage.” He denied the request instantly.

He mumbled under his breath while subconsciously digging his nails into the tiled floor. He finally understood that I wasn't being lazy on purpose. I also wasn't just playing dead or pretending to ignore him just to spite him. I really couldn't help myself. I had only suddenly collapsed during the exam today because of this sleep attack that was clearly written on this medical document. Dad suddenly rose to his feet and pulled open the bottom-most drawer in my desk, where a pair of compasses with dry blood stains and an old, worn diary were hidden in the furthermost corner.