Sleepy Reads Novels & Stories

Resting her head on the arm of the couch, she opened the book. The room enveloped us in silence, yet it felt serene. After a few minutes, I looked away and retrieved my laptop from the coffee table, placing it on my lap. She read while I worked, attempting to keep myself occupied. However, my focus barely lingered on my emails. My gaze kept gravitating towards Rebecca. Gradually, I noticed her succumbing to sleep. Her green eyes closed, her breathing becoming steady and gentle. Fatigue had claimed her, luring her into slumber.

--- --- Elsewhere— Adeline stirs in her sleep. Her hand tightening slightly against the sheets. --- Her breathing shifts. Uneven. --- The bond hums softly. Steady. Reassuring. --- But beneath it— Something brushes against her awareness. --- Faint. Cold. --- Gone before she can grasp it. --- Her eyes flutter slightly— But she doesn’t wake. --- --- Back in the darkness— Jaxon exhales slowly. --- “That was easy,” he murmurs. --- “Too easy.” --- Varyx is quiet for a moment.

* Drake - *Will do, it's going to start getting busy, so I have to go, chat soon x * Lilli - *Night Drake xx * Drake - *Laters beautiful xxx * I place my phone down and pick up my book, I'm not tired so reading is the best I can hope to do, for now. I can't be bothered to move to the sofa to watch telly, Fang is too comfortable to lean against. So, I snuggle in and read until my eyes feel heavy and I drift into a dreamless sleep.

(Emily's POV) The couch creaked under Sophia, her chest rising and falling with deep, even breaths, relaxing as the clock ticked 9:00 a.m. Sunday morning. Light poured through the blinds, reflecting off the ring her soda can left on the coffee table. My glass of juice had stayed cold on the counter, the acidity still burning on my tongue, a reminder of last night's blur of wine and laughter thrumming under my skin. I slumped against the wall, watching her stir. Her dark hair was a tangle of knots over the cushions, her black top rolled up as she rolled onto her back, eyes cracking open slowly, heavy with sleep.

I shook my head unable to open my mouth to say a word because I knew for a fact that I’d cry and beg him to please let me go. “Good girl. Now drink your tea.” He said. Like a good girl, I grabbed the handle of the cup and lifted it to my mouth, little by little I took sips. But something didn’t feel right. I get that I am scared and exhausted but why am I so sleepy? My eyes are heavy, my vision is blurry, my head is beginning to … no! No!! No! “You know what else I like about you, Lila?” He gently cupped my chin, turning my sleepy face to him. His lips curled into a warm smile as he said, “You are like an open book to me. I know you so damn well.” He winked. Fuck! My eyes slammed shut.

“Why did you stop reading?” “You fell asleep.” “Ally, I find your voice very calming right now, so keep reading, please.” “Okay, my love.” She read to him, and in about five minutes, he fell back to sleep. Alecia continued reading for another hour, until his breath became smooth. She blew him a kiss and hung up the phone. Maybe he would find the rest he needed. * * * *

Bright The silence in the room was almost absolute. Only Sophia’s soft breathing and the faint ticking of the clock could be heard. There was little light, but it was enough for her to rest well. She looked peaceful in her sleep, and that broke my heart. I knew she hadn’t truly slept in a month. Her face looked exhausted, different.

She reached out and picked one up, running her fingers over the worn spine. She opened it. The words pulled her in gently, wrapping around her mind like something warm and familiar, something she hadn't felt in a long time. Page after page passed unnoticed. The room faded. The fear softened. She didn't know how long she read. Only that exhaustion eventually claimed her. The book slipped from her fingers, landing softly against her chest as her head tilted to the side. Sleep took her quietly, curled on the edge of the chair, unaware of how dangerous it was to forget herself, even for a moment in that room.

The soft cries of Luna echoed through the sunlit nursery, her little fists balled up near her pink cheeks. Zane was already fast asleep in his crib, one hand up like he was about to give a dramatic monologue in his dreams. Talia leaned over the bassinet, gently patting Luna's back, her exhaustion clinging to her like a weighted blanket. Dark circles framed her eyes, her curls tied in a lopsided bun, and a muslin cloth tossed over her shoulder. Motherhood was beautiful, but it was war too, and she was a tired, underpaid soldier.

The phone buzzing by my head drags me out of my deep slumber, and I reach out groggily, feeling along the smooth surface to capture my vibrating device. It’s like a hammering drill on my skull, and my eyes are glued shut. I’m so tired and muggy-headed, and I slide it towards me, peeling one eye open to check if it’s an alarm, and see Yoonah’s name on the screen. Pulsing at me in demand. I swipe it to answer, haul it under the duvet with me, and press it to my ear so I can close my eyes back in my safe, warm, cozy bubble. Jyeon’s hot body pressed up behind me with an arm tossed casually across my waist, and his heavy breathing indicates he’s still oblivious.