Novel & Cerita Stolen In Her Sleep

When had we started sharing a bed without sharing anything else. My gaze drifted to the bedside table where my rings should have been. They were not there. They sat at home, untouched, waiting for me to decide what they still meant. Sleep came eventually, thin and restless. Morning arrived without ceremony. Sunlight filtered through the curtains, pale and cold. Chris was already up, his side of the bed empty, sheets barely disturbed. I heard him moving downstairs, the familiar sounds of coffee being poured, his phone buzzing with early emails. I dressed slowly, choosing comfort over style for once. In the mirror, I barely recognized the woman staring back at me. There was something sharper i

Jude I wake up to the unsettling warmth of another body beside me. My chest tightens as I slowly turn my head. There she is. A woman. Lying peacefully on my bed as if she belongs there. Her dark hair spills over my pillow, her breathing steady, her lips slightly curved in satisfaction. For a brief, desperate moment, I pray I am imagining things. That I am still caught in some nightmare. But as the fog of sleep lifts, everything from last night comes crashing back, shattering any illusion of innocence.

After I had paid her back, Holly had tossed aside her college dreams to chase fortunes in Eastbridge City, diving headfirst into the stock market. She thought she would strike it rich with her so-called previous life's wisdom, but the stock market was no child's play. She ended up broke, swallowed her pride, and returned home by train. Our parents urged her to settle down with any bachelor in town, but Holly's spirit was too wild for that. She left, only to resurface in a grim human trafficking scandal. Anthony's army buddy recognized her cries for me and reached out. When I saw her, her eyes pleaded for rescue, but some chains were too heavy for one person to break.

Her tears soaked the pillow as she fell into restless sleep, never knowing that the person she trusted most had already sold her soul to her enemy. The storm was only beginning.

She approached the grave with a soft, almost tender smile that made everyone's skin crawl. "See? I brought back everything that belongs to you. None of it is left for anyone else." Under the horrified stares of the crowd, she carefully placed the bloody kidneys Anna had taken from me into the urn. When the police rushed in with guns raised, they froze in disbelief. I turned to Mom. She raised her head, laughed, and pointed into the air. "Look, Jenna has returned." I let out a soft, long sigh, as if I had finally released the last thread of attachment.

“Go back to sleep.” She sits up, instantly alert. “What is it?” I hand her the Polaroid. Her face goes white. “When?” “Tonight. While we slept.” She looks at the bed, then at me. “How?” “Inside job. Someone disabled the interior sensors. I’ll find them.” She grabs my wrist. “We’ll find them.” I nod. “But the meet—” “I’m coming.” “No.” She’s off the bed, pulling on clothes,my sweatpants, her boots, one of my hoodies. “Try and stop me.”

The public branding as a blackmailer, a schemer, exploiting her own child. The timing could be poetic. She looked back at the damning spread on her rug. The flicker on the ultrasound seemed to pulse in the lamplight. Jenna knelt, not to tidy, but to carefully select one item. She slipped the stolen ultrasound printout into the inner pocket of her purse, her fingers lingering on the image. "One more night, little bean," she whispered, her voice a silken threat in the quiet room. "One more night of peace. Tomorrow, you and your mommy learn what it really means to lose everything."

I ask again, carefully. She looks to the ground, disappointed in herself. "I was jealous. I liked Daniel, a lot, and suddenly you come back and just take him. I don't know, I was stupid. I'm just some evil teenage girl, right? Whatever. I went through your locker looking for your final problem set for economics so you'd get a zero. I saw the USB drive and thought it might be important, like a final project or something, so I took it. I got curious and plugged it into my computer. I don't expect you to thank me since I stole it from you, but your locker number is the same as last years and last year I spread around your number, so you might want to change it," she explains. Backing away towar

Mary said sleepily from the other line. "We have a problem," I said, glancing around my now messy room. "What? What's wrong?" Mary snapped, sounding irritated, yet now wide awake. "Someone stole my nerd uniform." When she didn't reply, I rephrased the statement. "Someone stole everything I use to go undercover.”

She watched Caleb from the other end of the room, he looked so pale and lost. His negative experience that day had toyed with him in all possible ways; he was almost shot to death, and he had insisted on sharing the same hospital VIP room with his mother. Bianca and Stella take turns tending to him every day; the nightmares had intensified since the news had confirmed that the perpetrator of the kidnap, Diane Denver, was still at large.