Sophomore Sleepover Novels & Stories

We arrived back to the house, and once we had all finished eating, the girls and I left telling the boys that we would see them at school on Monday. Jill's POV "I can not believe I said we would have a sleepover. will your parents be ok, Meg?" "Yeah, they already messaged me saying it was cool and to make sure we have protection. What is more important is that you need sexy lingerie. We need an evening with no boys and that included been followed so we can go shopping" "Ok, what day suits, and we will just tell the boys they need to entertain themselves," "Thursday" Piped up Vic. "That way, they will be too busy making sure the house is ready for us to follow us."

She has a point. “Fine.” I heave a big sigh. “I need to dry my hair the rest of the way.” We separate, and I stew over what the hell a sleepover entails. Like… a slumber party? As if we’re still in high school. I poke my head into the hall. “Are we actually spending the night?” Willow laughs. “Yes, you dork. We’re going to drink martinis and do our nails and talk shit about Paris and her cronies.”

Sleepover Turned Threesome (1) Adele's POV I had planned on a sleepover with my bestie, Emma, and we were really excited to have some girl time together. My stepbrother, Josh, was annoying as ever, but that night he did something that changed everything. Emma had come over straight from soccer practice and brought her overnight bag with her. The plan was to order in pizza and binge-watch our favorite show on N*****x until we fell asleep. We were both so tired from our day at school and needed the rest.

Her breath stutters. The candle flame bends suddenly as a breeze slips through the window. They both notice it at the same time. Alicia reaches forward to steady the candle. Their fingers brush. Electric. Brief. Unmistakable. She pulls back immediately. “I—sorry,” she says. “It’s okay,” he replies, just as quick. They sit back in their places, hearts beating louder than the rain. “This doesn’t change anything,” she says after a moment. “We’re still just roommates.” “Yeah,” he agrees. “Just… two people sharing space.” “And honesty,” she adds. “And honesty,” he echoes. The candle burns low. When they finally lie down that night, the rain continues to fall. And though neither of them says it al

There was no point in convincing these girls because if they fixed their minds on something, there was no moving them. “When is the curfew again?” I got up and plopped myself on my elbows, and laughed when they stared at me with shock. “Don’t tell me you’re planning to sneak out!” Katrina screamed and Klara joined along, “I heard that his dorm is for the kill. The Campus King and Belle have their exclusive dorms, and word has it that they look like a real penthouse. Tell me you’re going to a sleepover and I will cover for you.” Klara screamed as she threw herself on my bed.

When she sleepwalked in the dormitory for the first time, she scared her roommates who got up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom. So much so that Olive did not dare to sleep in the next few days, for fear that she would sleepwalk and scare people. After the matter was known by the other three roommates, they looked for an opportunity to talk about it. They were all very nice, saying that they could accept, coupled with Olive sleepwalking will not do anything, over time they got used to it. Seeing that he did not answer, Olive asked again, "Have I?" Liam asked, "Did you know when I came back last night?"

And another set of begging began as they set it upon themselves, that the said sleepover will not happen unless Hestia is going with them. Some of the girls retreated to the place they are having the sleepover, giving themselves the task of organising the place and the food, and also the things that they would need for the ritual. And some stayed to persuade Hestia. One suggested that they use the dorm keys to access her room again and forcibly take her, but most of them voted that the suggestion is just plain barbaric and it is trespassing.

I smiled at him, knowing that he was talking about a female friend, but even though they were kids, I would prefer him to be with a male…just in case the parents complain. “How about boys, sweetie?” I pinched his cheeks lightly. “Do you have a friend who you can have a sleepover with?” That just caused him to frown. “What’s a sleepover?” He asked in his adorable baby voice. “It’s where a few of your friends stay at your house and you watch movies, have dinner together and have loads of fun!” I explained to him as best as I could, even though my heart hurt for him. The last time I had a sleepover had been when I was eleven. Joyce was my best friend in middle school and she had invited me to s

The Sleepover from Hell Bill’s POV I don’t know how I got roped into this. One minute, I was minding my business, thinking about kicking back with a beer and watching the Lakers game. The next? I’m hosting a damn sleepover. Collin—our sweet, energetic, too-smart-for-his-own-good son—managed to convince Serena that he should have his first real sleepover. At six years old. I tried to argue. I really did.

With a mouthful of pasta, Zoey explains. Cole motions with a hand "I guess whatever. You guys are having your first sleepover, so whatever. Congrats." Indeed, Zeke says, "It's not our first." Is it not? Asks Isaac. "No, after Cole's party she stayed at mine." She dozed off in your bed? Zach nods. Cole stares at Zeke after setting his fork down on his plate. "What?" The two boys are staring at us with their mouths open as I ask.