Stay Awake Megan Goldin Novels & Stories

My sister, Megan Tate, suffers from a bizarre illness. Whenever she sees me, she convulses, vomits and sometimes even brings up blood. From then on, I become the invisible person in the house. I'm forbidden to appear anywhere Megan can see me. At first, my parents and my childhood friend, Kendrick Brown, still feel sorry for me, but as Megan's smiles grow more frequent, they gradually forget I exist. On the day I turn 18 years old, I sneak into the dining room while Megan is taking a nap in her room. Seeing a table full of delicious food and a huge cake, I happily run into my mom, Ellie Baker's, arms. "Mom, I know you guys still love me and won't forget about my birthday." The moment I

I didn't come from money, so everyone around my rich girlfriend decided I had to be a gold digger. Nobody more than Tristan Reed, her male best friend. He told them he'd been kept by rich women himself, so he understood men like me better than anyone. To prove I wasn't that kind of man, I never accepted a single expensive gift from Vivian Ford during the three years I spent with her. Tristan had an explanation for that too. "He says no out loud, but he's waiting for her to offer something better on her own. It's called playing hard-to-get." Then came Vivian's birthday. I'd saved six months of my salary and bought her a necklace. I was almost at the door of the private room when I hear

The money wasn't all that bad, it had to be said, at least not for a thirty-year old woman living alone in a one-bedroom apartment in New York. Unfortunately, the somewhat downside to Megan's work was that it usually followed her home after hours. She could be home, sitting down in her favourite reading chair at the corner of the living room, her blonde hair tied in a topknot like she liked it whenever she was in her comfort space, a good book in one hand and wine in the other while a cool classical music played on the stereo, and then her mind would suddenly go back to the session of the day.

To him, she was pretty much his master by this point. Maia went for a shower after that. She put on a purple nightgown, sat on the bed, and began meditating on her own. Before anyone lived with her, she preferred to meditate in the nude, but Logan's one-week stay mandated that she at least put on nightwear for her training. Logan did a simple wash-up and lay on his designated sleeping spot—blankets on the floor. He scrolled through his phone for a bit until a news headline attracted his attention.

Maybe Margaret saw it that way too. ******* Jake woke up to the smell of coffee in the living room. After a couple of hours on Megan’s sofa, he felt full of energy, as if he could move mountains with his bare hands. A delicious cup of hot coffee would be the perfect way to overcome the residue of the beer he had drunk and to lift his brain out of its deep sleep. Megan didn‘t look so lively. Her eyes were a little blackened from a lack of sleep and her skin was pale, but despite this, it was impossible not to notice how beautiful she was. The girl had hardly slept. She had spent the whole night surfing the internet looking for information about a very rare and valuable piece of jewellery that

Megan grinned, and it was the end of their conversation. Later that night, they ate on their heart’s content before sleeping in their assigned room. Patrick volunteered to be the one to do vigil until midnight, followed by Gracea that will keep watch until morning. Farrah wanted to volunteer herself, but the two refused, saying that losing several hours of sleep would not affect their combat capabilities. They’re also adept at staying up late due to the nature of their jobs, so Farrah didn’t argue anymore and just let them do their jobs. Megan and Farrah shared the bed, both thinking a lot of things.

Hope everything will be back to normal when I open my eyes later. Unfortunately, my hopes did not come true. My prayer was not answered. The atmosphere there was not as normal as I expected. When I'm still in my sleep I felt a tremor in my leg. Who dares to wake me up from sleep? “Meghan, wake up! Get out of here quickly!” The whisper sounded clear in my ear. I opened my eyes in an instant. She didn't blink but sat up straight away. Cold sweat dripped down my forehead. Who just woke me up? Where is he going? How could he go so fast? I'm pretty sure the voice sounded right next to my ear.

"She said something else..." Meghan cleared her throat. "Really? What?" "That she was working with someone." Meghan's eyes locked onto mine, searching for something. "Did she say who?" Her voice sounded nervous. "No... she was dragged away before she could." She was quiet after that. I waited for her to break the silence. "Well, she's never boring... that's for sure. It's really late, G. We should both get some sleep. I'll see you in the morning."

I whispered, kneeling closer, touching her face with my cold fingers. And then... Right there, in the dark, with the faint moonlight hitting our skin and the sound of wheels creaking on the road below us. I saw it. She opened her eyes. Golden. Weak. But still alive. “She's waking up,” I whispered, my voice breaking, my heart racing with hope. Megan looked over her shoulder, her hand still on her belly, and smiled for the first time. Small. Painful. But real. And I... I knew there was still a chance.

Tala struggled to stay awake and just when she felt Eden violating Megan, she lost her cool and howled into Megan's brain, trying to wake her up. It worked! In a daze, for just a few minutes, Megan opened her eyes and tried to push Eden off. “Oh, you are awake.” Eden said as he felt her feeble hands trying to get a hold of him. “It's all good. I was going to wake you up anyway.” He said to her,