Stolen In Her Sleep Novels & Stories

Despite her absence, I could feel her burning gaze hovering around my vulnerable frame. Does she find pleasure in haunting me even in my sleep?! I swallowed the hard lump in my throat, hugging my knees and burying my face into them. Thinking about this would only fill me with fear. I needed to get this out of my mind. Sleeping would help. *** "...bitch…how dare…steal…" I tossed in my sleep, groaning and covering my ears with my palms. Who was making that hell of a noise?! I couldn't make out the words as sleep still clouded my eyes. It took time to fall asleep after the strange nightmare.

Her subconscious mind drifted off to years later…to the point where her Grandmother had passed on even after she had stolen to get her treated. ************************** Lorenzo couldn’t sleep a wink throughout the night and by morning,he was glad that her temperature was starting to become normal. As he looked down at her pale beautiful face….he saw a tear escape her eye. “How….how can you leave like that?What…what am I supposed to do now….stay with me…please.”She murmured in her sleep. A red-hot skewer lacerated his insides seeing how heartbreaking her face looked. She was having a bad dream.

She whispered it under her breath like a curse, as if she said it enough times it would stop sounding real. “He told them I stole the drugs… He wanted them to kill me…” Her voice cracked. No one answered. Valerius’s side of the bed was empty, sheets cold. She sat up slowly, fingers tightening in the blanket, trembling like the girl she thought she’d left behind when she stepped into the penthouse. Her reflection caught her in the gilded mirror across the room. Bare skin wrapped in tangled silk. Her hair is a mess. Eyes swollen from a night of no sleep. She pushed herself to stand and walked to the mirror as though confronting a stranger.

But she was not lying about her body she was beautiful. “I will take you to the shops in the morning and I hope you won’t force me to pay for it as well.” “Nope, what do you take me for? I do not work stones I work for money.” “Aren’t you the one who said you are broke?” “Please sleep because you sound sleepy. Nawonga chomene (I thank you)” I would not be angry at her because she needed some prayers more than anything else. I went back to sleep with ease. I was forced to set an alarm as I knew my disturbed sleep was going to lead to late morning.

“Soon.” Her head bobs once, and then she startles me by shedding her clothing and tossing it on the floor without fanfare, without shame, before she buries into the blankets. Within moments, she’s sleeping. But my mind is just waking up, realizing the reality of what we’ve done.

The bed was in the centre of the room, the base of the bed matched the chest of drawers with the dark wood colour, with white sheets and duvet while the pillows were black. I had been moved to lay comfortably under the warm duvet by who I’m guessing was Asher, why did I allow myself to fall asleep in front of him? But he did help me with my hands last night so perhaps, he isn’t planning to kill me, or anytime soon that is. I still don’t understand that guy, first he kidnaps me and throws me over his shoulder without a care in the world. But than he’s worried over me being injured and comes to my aid, I really don’t understand him!

"I already fulfilled my end! It isn't fixable! What's done is done, and I can't take back what I did. So just let it go." I didn't realize he was storming toward the stairs until he nearly collided with me. "Shit! Who the hell are you again?" I didn't think he'd been paying attention when Kael introduced me. I scrambled to stand and stammered, "I'm Gemma. I was stolen by Connor." His gray eyes flashed with surprise and then went cold. "Good. Someone I can share trauma with. Excuse me." Without waiting he shoved past me. I stumbled, slipping on the smooth adobe, right into Kael's waiting arms. As if I'd been harmed, he pulled me against him, once again chest to chest.

I shivered and left the kitchen with a glass of blood instead. On my way up the stairs, I met the young Melissa who was rushing down and nearly ran me over. She quickly apologized and a bright blush broke out over her cheeks, making me realize what was going on. She had probably spent her first night with my son! When she looked up, I saw a clear mark just below her neck. I couldn’t help but smile as I let the girl go.

She told herself she could overcome anything with a bit of courage and a good pep talk. But that was before exhaustion washed over her. It was before he took away her car keys and told her she was sleeping in the spare bedroom with Talia that night. She was already passed out beneath the covers, comatose and undisturbed by their talking. Brenden helped her take off her shoes and she ripped off her top, figuring there was nothing he hadn’t already seen before. Anyway, she didn’t want to sleep in her scrubs. “Where are you sleeping?” she asked him drowsily.

My hand wrapped around her neck and I held her firmly against the wall as I whispered into her ear. “You stole something from me.” Her eyes grew wide and she shook her head adamantly. “What? No, I never took anything from you.” “Not tonight, my dear little thief. Although, don’t think that I don’t know what you have been doing,” I responded, taking great pleasure in the thud of her heart against her ribs as fear turned her blood to ice. “No, you snuck into my hotel room and stole half of a necklace. I want that piece back.”