Stay Awake Book Novels & Stories

I introduced myself to her, but she just raised an eyebrow at me and ignored me. I only heard her voice once, and then she was silent the whole time while still reading the book. What is so special about that book besides me? In a few moments, my eyelids became heavier. Gradually i closed my eyes, but i immediately slapped myself just to wake up. I can't sleep! Wake up Baron! I got up again and left my seat. I did push-ups one hundred times just to stay awake. Then i dat down next to her again. In less than ten seconds, i closed my eyes again.

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.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN: Ashes to Ashes Sue Barrett lay in bed, resting on her left side with her back to her husband. Her body was balanced precariously on the very edge of the mattress, on the verge of toppling onto the floor. Behind her she could hear her husband snoring softly, had been listening to the sound for hours. According to the clock, it was nearing 9 a.m., which meant they’d been in bed almost four hours, and she’d been awake the entire time, watching as the darkness gradually gave way to a grainy light through the windows.

Ashley’s POV The sunlight filtering through the sheer linen curtains of my bedroom was too bright. It stabbed at my eyes, forcing me to drag myself out of the heavy, drug-like sleep that usually followed a night of high-adrenaline peaks. I stared at the ceiling, a pristine, coffered expanse of white and waited for the realization to dissolve. I waited for the memory of Julian’s icy blue eyes and his predatory job offer to fade into the fog of a champagne-induced nightmare.

Turn off the light and pulled the covers to my chin. …and waited. The clock on my nightstand glowed 11:47, 12:23, 1:08, 2:15. My eyes burned, my body begged for rest, but every time I started to drift, I pinched my arm hard enough to leave marks. Stay awake. Stay awake. Stay awake. 3:42. 4:01. I was going to lose, I could feel it, the pull of sleep dragging me under. My eyelids heavy, my brain fuzzy, and just a few minutes. Just a quick—

Before I could finish, he cut me off impatiently, "Yeah, work's calling. I have to go." He rushed out the door, and I didn't press him further. However, my doubts grew heavier. Was he really that busy? I followed him, and that was when I saw the happy family scene I had just described. I lifted my numb fingers and hit record, capturing the entire scene in front of me. When I returned home, I locked myself in my room and played the video on repeat. While I lay unconscious, someone else had quietly taken my place. What was the point of waking up at all?

Half an hour later, Derrick came home, reeking of alcohol. I was in the bedroom, applying lotion. Hearing the sound, I turned and said, "You're back. Sorry to bother you, but William has an event tomorrow. We can't let him down." I glanced at his collar, noticing something.

Maybe a good read would settle my nerves, transport me into a different world—one that made more sense than this one. *** The whisper of my name floated in and out of the room, sliding along my skin like silk, luring me awake. I sat up quickly, rubbing the sleep from my eyes, and catching my book as it fell from my chest to the floor. The lack of sun in the room told me that night had come, but no one had tried to wake me to eat. My stomach rumbled from hunger, so I swung my feet to the floor and tossed my book back into my bed.

I can just lay for some while here then continue my reading when I wake up. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ By the time I woke up it was dark already. The windows were shut and only few lights were switched on. Just how long have I been asleep? I let out a tired yawn and returned the book back to the shelf as I stood up with the chair making a screeching sound. I walked to the door and twisted the knob. My eyes widened in terror as I continued trying to open it. It was…LOCKED!! How was I supposed to get out of here? The lights started to blink causing my eyes to avert to the bulbs. Just as predicted, it went off making everywhere tot

PROLOGUE Oops! I Slept in the Wrong Bed Some mistakes can be fixed with a simple apology. Some can be erased by simply forgetting they ever happened. But what if one mistake became the beginning of a story you never expected? Maeve Quinn Ramos is a hardworking, playful, and delightfully absent-minded college student who has just moved into a condominium near her university. Burdened by endless school requirements, sleepless nights, and a schedule that never seems to slow down, all she wants is to find a comfortable bed where she can finally get a good night's sleep.