Stolen In Her Sleep Novels & Stories

Distressed, I decided to sit and laid my back at the headrest of the bed. I ran my fingers to my hair. To be very honest, these past few years that she had been away from me, I started having bad dreams and nightmares about her being stolen by Noah. I don't know how to exactly explain it but it has always been so weird and f*cking creepy! They were all just nightmares but every time they would occur, it could feel like they were real and they actually happened in real life or were about to happen. I couldn't figure it out! But I hope they would really just remain nightmares. They were meant only to stay that way and in that place. I could never forgive somebody who would literally steal away

She also slipped on a pair of his flipflops and took her stilettos in her hand. She walked on the tip of her toes and stopped when he groaned in his sleep, hoping he had not seen her. She opened the door carefully without a creak and got out. Luckily, her purse was lying on the couch so she just snatched it and flung the door open.

But after few shuffles she again fell in deep slumber making him shook his head slowly. He placed her hand on the bed softly beside her and start playing with her silky and smooth hair. He inhaled the scent of her hair and again smirked at her evilly. He took his head back and gazed at her veil covered face, she didn't removed it even in her sleep also afraid of someone looking at her but little did she knew intruder has already invaded her room and privacy both.

To drink more, enjoy more, and disappear afterward, after drugging the girls to pack all of the money I had thrown around, which they were yet to pick. And Lisa…how did I even steal from her and manage to get away with it? ~FLASHBACK~ I reached for Lisa's bedroom door which was half-open in the middle of the night, seeing her lay on her bed, fast asleep already. “Piece of cake.” I whispered to no one but to myself, tiptoeing to her locker which wasn't locked to pull out thick bundles of cash. I stopped moving my hands to stare at her sleeping form, “She'll never find out about this till tomorrow or next.”, stuffing the money into my bag carefully and leaving everything untouched.

She then made a detour to the fridge to get a glass of water. “ Just my nerves” she said thinking aloud, while gulping down the colorless liquid. After that, she developed some sort of insomnia and flopped down on the sitting room couch. She Switched on the TV and looked for the remote to reduce the volume. Something to keep her busy while she loses her sleep. She didn’t watch TV for long before she was stolen by sleep. On waking up the first person she sees is her uncle, Luciano. He staring intently. She jumps.

"When I was sixteen, my mother became even more depressed. During that time, I always slept in a room with my mother. I remember quite clearly that it was almost New Year's. One night, as I was sleeping, my mother suddenly woke me up. she whispered in my ear. There seems to be someone in the living room. I listened carefully, and sure enough, there was a sound. Just as my mother sat up, the bedroom door opened silently. Perhaps because she had adapted to the darkness, the other party was able to see my mother sitting on the bed. The thief came up to pull my mother, my mother said, 'I beg you two things, first, you must not take off the mask, so I don't know what you look like. Second, I won'

I was lucky enough that a cab was approaching with its headlights. I waved it down and it stopped. I slid in and gave him my home address. When I finally got there, I slipped my hands into my pockets to pay. I had stolen this money from that idiot when he was busy lying that he didn't want to sneak out anymore. When I had inched closer to him. I followed through the back alley to get in. Anna was sleeping beside Raina and that got my blood boiling. How do I get Raina if Anna is there? And she's such a lightsleeper.

Ugh, I was so mad at her already. I stomped over and knocked, trying not to break the door down. A couple of loud bangs later, the door swung open to reveal the blondie. Her crystal blue eyes watched me curiously as she tried to rub sleep from her eyes. She was wearing a silk robe, her pretty locks in a gorgeous mess. Realization hit me. While I was reeling with anger and overthinking in my room. She was here enjoying her beauty sleep in her future home. How confident did one have to be to be able to sleep after stealing someone else's mate like that?

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" I became aware of my leg, indeed wedged between his thighs in a position that could only be described as aggressively intimate. I jerked it back. He caught my ankle, held it. "Too late. Damage done. I'm emotionally scarred." But he was smiling, the rare real smile that transformed his sharp features into something almost boyish. "You also snore. Did you know? Small snores. Like a cat. Very undignified for a corporate heiress." "I do not snore." "And you talk. In your sleep. You recited shipping codes at three in the late night . Perfect recall. Very impressive. Then you called me a bastard again and tried to push me onto the floor."