Novel & Cerita Stay Awake Book

Dreaming of you keeps me asleep, thinking of you keeps me awake, and being with you keeps me alive Chapter Fourteen N O E L Now one thing my family knows about me is that although I'm not a heavy sleeper, I'm not a light one either. My body wakes when it times, according to my alarm. I can be lazy about waking up but I know when I definitely shouldn't wake up. I shouldn't wake up before my alarm but why was somebody not getting this.

Right before I turned off my phone, I'd received one last message from the wedding planner. [Mr. Duggan, all the paperwork has been taken care of.] I replied: [Thank you.] Then I powered it down. Outside, the sea of clouds stretched on like an endless, silent snowfall. I closed my eyes. For the first time, I realized how light it felt—not having to be the steady one. Not having to be praised for being obedient.

The house was silent, save for the low hum of the centralized air filtration system. It was 7:00 AM, but the heavy blackout curtains in the guest room had done their job too well, keeping the space in an artificial twilight. Han Jun-woo lay on the king-sized bed, staring at the ceiling. He had spent the last six hours tossing and turning, his body exhausted but his mind racing like a hamster on a wheel. He had fallen into fitful dozes, only to be jerked awake by dreams of someone chasing him with an image of Mona-lisa. By 5:00 AM, he had given up on sleep entirely and lay there, seriously contemplating if he could d******d an e-book titled How to Break Out of a High-Security Penthouse for Du

Lauren POV Morning comes the same way it always does now, quiet, early, refreshing. I wake before my alarm, before the city fully remembers itself, before my mind has time to wander into places I no longer allow it to live in. The ceiling above me is unfamiliar but safe. That’s how I like it now. I sat in the silent, slightly dark room for about 15 minutes before picking up the new book I'd gotten the last time I went shopping. Atomic Habits by James Clear.

The Silver Pack Alpha is in his room, snoring ‘cause I told him to do so. I have a habit when I wake up in the middle of the night, even before the break of dawn, I will have a hard time falling asleep again. So I read an erotic book, this erotic book—hoping it will wake up the sleepiness in me and let me rest my eyes again before four in the morning.

Lloyd was tired as he sat in the chair and stared up and the blacken ceiling. He tossed his arm over his forehead as he stayed awake. Sleep seemed to be running away from him. Slowly, he sat and drew his legs up and wrapped his arms around his knees, resting his chin on them. He didn't know why, but he felt if he were to fall asleep. Something would make sure he didn't open his eyes again. "Get on with it," he muttered to himself and reached for the dusty book nearest him. "Maybe it'll keep you awake. Or scare you more so that sleep eludes better."

That meant I still had two more hours and a few minutes before I really have to be awake. But I couldn't fall back asleep. I tried and so many times but my eyes didn't want to stay closed, it wanted to remain opened. Giving up trying, I started to look at the ceiling as there was nothing to do, I got bored and tired of looking at the ceiling and I went to pick one of my books there on the shelf. I switched on the bedside lamp, relaxed, leaning back on my headboard and started to read through the pages.

Growling I sit up then hold the book "What's your problem, I know you're not fake so why are you hiding " " am not" The moment the book spoke I quickly let it go but it didn't fall off my hand, it remained in the air. " you..... just.... speak" stammer I crawl backward on the bed "How is a book speaking" " what do you expect lady, you have been making so much noise am forced to wake up "Two eyes open, a mouth shape forms then a nose, the book blinks then exhales loudly " It feels great to be awake again, I thought they are no more innocent women for me to eat "

My body kept waking up to inform me of this fact with great urgency every forty minutes, as though I might have forgotten in the interval. I'd been awake since one. I'd read three chapters of a book I'd borrowed from Jade before the move, retaining none of it. I'd checked my phone. I'd done the breathing exercise a sports psych consultant had given me two years ago that worked approximately forty percent of the time. I'd stared at the ceiling long enough to trace the hairline crack in the plaster from the light fixture to the far corner and back. At 3:17am I gave up and went downstairs.

Part One: Since Rae couldn't lie down, she decided to sit up and read. She took the time to read a couple of chapters. Once she was done, she put her bookmark in the book and set it on her nightstand. She tried to lie down again, and she was okay. She knew she just needed to give her food a chance to digest. Rae went to sleep soon after. When she woke up, it was around 3pm. She went, reaching for her phone. She saw it was on 7%. She hurried and plugged it in.