Novel & Cerita Stolen In Her Sleep

So why—? Something beside me stirred. I spun around, my right hand already on the gun under my pillow, ready to shoot the assassin—. But it was only the Lux woman. I breathed again and stared at her. Maybe it’s her. I was asleep on the couch when she found me, and I didn’t even feel a thing when she sat next to me. Either she’s a ninja or a really strong sleeping pill. For a long quiet minute, I observed the beautiful creature sleeping peacefully beside me, my eyes sailing across the rosy complexion of her slender curves.

Bella’s POV… I twirled in my sleep, a wave of heat filed my body and my eyes filled with tear, I wanted to wake up, I wanted to wake up from that horrible nightmare but I was stuck, it felt like I was been pulled into it, it felt like I had no control over my mouth when I pulled the hand away from my mouth and a scream falls out of my lips.

She was trembling with anger, but she could not say a single thing to argue. Of course, she could not. What was she supposed to say? Admit that she had been stealing my luck all along? She forced an awkward smile. "Sorry, Nevaeh. I…I've just been really stressed lately. I acted without thinking…" Before she could finish, her eyes widened, and she started coughing violently. "It's okay, Cecilia. Are you not feeling well? You should get some rest," I said gently, patting her on the back. That night, I pretended to be asleep.

I got up from my bed and found a strip of sleeping pills that I stole from papa. I took one pill and gulped it down to sleep. I need to sleep so she gain energy so I can do what I have planned. Just a few days then I won't be here in your life. I won't disturb any of you ever again.

I stay until the sun is high, until her thighs are sticky with us, until she can’t walk straight, until the sheets are ruined beyond saving. Eight nights. One theft. I leave the window locked behind me. I won’t need it anymore.

She faced towards the windows and slowly slept off. While Rebecca was asleep, a ladder leant against the window. The thief, whom Fiona had hired, climbed it and gently entered her room. He made sure the coast was clear and crawled towards her bed. The moonlight made it possible for him to locate the bed easily. The thief stood on his feet and looked at his prey. Rebecca turned towards him sleepily. He was stunned at her beauty and felt aroused. He pulled the duvet from her body gently and stared at her body. He glanced at the door and smiled slyly at her.

To escape. Carefully, she peeled herself away from the bed, each motion excruciatingly slow, afraid to wake him. She could still feel the heat of his hands, the weight of his body, the scent of alcohol that had smothered her. She staggered to the bathroom, shutting the door behind her. The lock clicked into place. And then, she collapsed. Her knees hit the cold tiles, and a sob ripped from her throat, her entire body shaking. Her fingers clutched at her chest, desperate to rip something open, to make the pain stop.

Only then did she stop targeting me. Even so, something still felt off, and I had this constant sense that she was watching me. She spoke on the phone in secret and often sneaked out, always looking suspicious. Sure enough, one morning, I woke up tied to a chair in an abandoned warehouse. Who else could it have been but her? "Jessica, come out!" I shouted. Jessica stepped forward with a flat stomach. She was no longer pregnant, and she looked years older, almost like a worn-down middle-aged woman. She could barely support herself, and the child was gone because Brett convinced her to get rid of it.

She needed him. And he was moving his body again, his thick and hard cock driving into her. The sex was real. But the others were not. She was asleep, and he wasn’t a stranger. She wasn’t being raped. There were no ropes, no gag, no mask, no bedposts to tie the ropes. There was no birthday and she was actually just nineteen. She was asleep. She was sick. In the head. Psychotic as fuck.

Standing up, she looked at him once more, before she departed. Stealth mode was her specialty and she had been able to navigate through the guards, without being seen. She began her long journey back to her hideout. It had been a couple hours after sunrise when she finally reached it, exhausted, she laid down on her sad little bed and fell quickly asleep, ignoring the smell of rotting flesh that she knew belonged to the rabbit she had forgotten in the oven. When she woke, it was dark and she had no desire to get out of bed. She had lost her appetite and her heart hurt. She longed to be in Ty’s arms again, but she knew she would never be able to, which made tears flow from her eyes. She