Stolen In Her Sleep Novels & Stories

Knowing she could not dally anymore, she shouted, "Okay, okay! I will tell you the real truth now! Just stop!" Laura's dark skin now seemed to sag, weighed down by the crushing burden of her secret. Her grey hair appears dull and lifeless, like a veil of shame cast over her face. Her brown eyes, once warm and loving, now filled with tears, brimming with a deep remorse that threatened to spill over. Her voice trembled, a barely audible whisper, as if the words themselves were toxic, poisoning her very soul. "Tristan, I, I stole you," she stammers, the words hanging in the air like a challenge, a gauntlet thrown down, daring him to confront the truth.

"You've got a month to get ready. Oh, and Bradley's got a lady friend, Rosemary Baker. She's his Achilles' heel." The door slammed shut. I just stood there, my fingers instinctively curling around the beads I had always worn. I had lived in what they called an orphanage for as long as I could remember, though it was nothing like the ones seen in storybooks. All I knew was that I had to complete whatever dirty work the Handler threw at us if I wanted to eat. Sometimes it was easy stuff, like stirring up trouble in a crowd. Other times, it was tougher, like helping the older kids mug someone who was out alone.

Yesterday she painted the wall on the other side light blue, and now she's adding white. The white paint stained the newspapers, and some splattered on her exposed thighs. She dipped the brush in the paint can and sighed in satisfaction. Now things are better for her. Under any circumstances, moving across the state alone is no easy feat, especially for Tabitha while living in Seattle, a metropolitan city. Tabitha leaving Seattle is not a good situation. However, the trip went well, and now she's staying in a good apartment.

"The person who deserved to hear that can no longer hear anything. Because of you, she lived her whole life without a clean identity. After she died, even a cemetery application was delayed because her records had already been stolen by you." Henry's shoulders trembled violently. From downstairs, sirens began to rise, one after another, growing closer.

My mom laughed awkwardly and said, "How could we do such a thing? She's just mischievous... I can't believe she'd actually file a false police report! Besides, a child with such terrible morals really shouldn't go to college anyway. It could lead to problems!" Chloe nodded eagerly, too. "That's right, officer. Sienna's always been bad! She was the one who played dirty tricks to make me fail my college entrance exams!" All three of them were being completely unreasonable and turning everything around on me. I immediately lifted my head and pointed at the red fingerprints on my neck. "Officers, look! This old bastard just strangled me! He was trying to kill me! Thank goodness I switched out my

And the two of them can have a nice dinner together. For sure, one day. With those positive thoughts in her mind, Laura crosses the pedestrian not realizing that the traffic light had already turned to red. A loud horn from a car pierces her ears as its headlamp blinds her eyes. Suddenly, a car is coming towards her and the last thing she could think of was her mom. “Olivia? Olivia?” “Mom... mom...” “Olivia!” Laura opens her eyes only to realize that she’s in an unfamiliar room, woken up by an unfamiliar person.

Dianna stirred awake, feeling the softness of the sheets beneath her. She slowly sat up, blinking as she took in her surroundings. Her dress from last night was still on her, slightly wrinkled. How did she end up here? The thought crossed her mind as she placed her feet on the floor. But the moment she tried to stand, a sharp headache struck, forcing her back onto the bed. “Ouch,” she muttered, pressing a hand to her temple. Fragments of last night’s events flashed through her mind. "I don't have a home. The house is too cold for me. It is not my home." The memory of her own words made her head throb even more.

She craved that more than she wanted sleep. The more she tried to resist the thought, the more it consumed her. Finally, with a frustrated sigh, she tossed the blanket aside. Her feet touched the cool floor, and she hesitated only for a moment before she found herself slipping out of her room, her heart hammering as if she were doing something she shouldn’t. She pads down the hall and sneaks into his bed. She crawled into his bed without a word, the mattress dipping under her weight. She crossed her leg over her step brother who was fast asleep, her hand curled into his neck, her chest pressed against his chest.

I tell him about my dream and how I wake up to find her in the same clothes I dreamt of with a knife in our nightstand drawer. Doctor Lee listens intently, his gaze never leaving Sandy. “She’s developed a case of sleep walking”

Valerie stared at him for a while as he slept, finding it difficult to believe that she was the same person who had willingly given herself to Andre a while ago. She felt worried by the fact that she enjoyed being fucked by him too much, knowing that she wouldn't be able to say no to him next time. When he began to snore, she smiled while looking at his face but an idea quickly struck her mind and she got up from the bed. She decided to take advantage of this opportunity and quickly left her room. She went back into Andre's room and began searching thoroughly for the source of the signal. She searched every corner of the room more carefully but still could not find it. She became frustrated,