Taken While I Slept Novels & Stories

I held on to the headboard of the bed tightly while my lover f*cks me hard from behind. I let out a loud moan as he hit me deep inside me. He pounded into me with so much force that I feel him in my womb. My knees were propped up on the soft bed, my ass is up while he held my waist tightly. It’s 5 AM in the morning, and Sylvius suddenly woke me up. I think I’ve only been asleep for a few hours because he didn’t really stop taking me last night. The seduction I did was effective, and my see-through lingerie is in pieces. Oh well, I can still buy more.

CADEN The issue was that those memories weren’t just dreams; they were my past I deliberately immersed myself in while awake. Last night marked the second time in eight years that I slept peacefully. I force myself to remember these memories as part of a daily ritual, knowing that similar experiences will haunt my dreams and disrupt my peace. It’s become embarrassing to sleep next to anyone, terrified I might shit myself in my sleep. So, I opt for the solitude and safety of my own room, where no one will know how fucked up I am.

"Tsk, such a teasing little jinx. Remember to miss me." I frowned and locked the screen. After Mia finished reheating breakfast, she finally realized she had left her phone behind and walked over, clearly nervous. When she saw the dark screen, she quietly let out a sigh of relief. I watched her every move, sneering inwardly. As I stared at the pancakes in my hand, hot on the outside and raw within, my thoughts drifted back to the days when Mia and I first got together. Back then, I was a serious, hardworking senior in college, with good grades and no dating history.

I was asleep when the phone rang, the sharp trill pulling me from a deep, dreamless void. My body felt heavy, limbs tangled in the sheets, skin still warm from the shower that had done little to wash away the lingering ache between my thighs. The memories of Noah’s voice on the call earlier lingered like smoke—his low, teasing words telling me how he’d touch me, how he’d make me come if he were here. I’d fallen asleep exhausted, sated but unsettled, my heart a tangled mess after hanging up with him. The clock glowed 11:42 p.m. when I squinted at it, and my stomach dropped as the fog cleared.

On my wedding day, the wedding convoy was almost here, but my younger sister—my bridesmaid—was still refusing to get out of bed. The moment my fiancé, Graham Hollis, found out, he called me. "Mara, don't wake Lila. I'll have the drivers loop around Harbor City one more time. Let her sleep a little longer. "We've got a long day ahead of us. I'm worried she won't be able to handle it." He hung up before I could say anything. Mom saw my eyes tearing up and hurried over. "Mara, don't cry on your wedding day." Then she sighed. "And don't blame Graham. I'm the one who told Lila she could sleep until six. Work has been exhausting for her. She finally got time off. What's wrong with letting

My boyfriend Zane Shaw's ex, Mia Zimmer, has another sleepwalking episode and shows up at our door in the middle of the night. Zane doesn't even hesitate. As if he's done this countless times before, he leads her straight into our master bedroom, settles her into our bed, and gently coaxes her back to sleep. I stand in the doorway, watching the tenderness in his expression. "Zane, what's the excuse this time?" He doesn't even turn around. After a brief silence, he answers impatiently, "You'll get used to it." So this time, there isn't even an excuse. I'm simply expected to get used to another woman showing up at our home in the middle of the night and to my boyfriend's ex sleeping in ou

"They've been married for five years, but he's still a virgin. Who would be willing to marry him? Those who don't know any better probably think that he has some sort of disgusting disease." I pathetically sank to my knees and numbly listened to their insults. I no longer had the heart to care about the promises of forever that Wanda and I had once made to each other. Just as I prepared to leave, the chilling sound of a beep resounded in my ears. Mason stood a short distance away in a secluded corner. He was holding the remote, waving it at me. The fine hair on my neck stood on end as I watched the numbers rapidly count down. I mustered all the strength I had left to scramble to my feet and

"Yesterday." "Not because you were hurt." He raised a brow. "Then?" "When was the last time you slept like a normal person? No injuries, no pack politics, no..." "Two nights before you left." The steak I was chewing stopped somewhere in my throat, and he simply handed me water. "Two nights?" He gave a slow nod. "The night before you left, I was with you. Neither of us slept, did we?" I swallowed hard. "You..." "I use sleeping pills now. The dose is strong enough to make sure I sleep without dreams. It is still subtle enough for me to know exactly where my gun is."

The hidden progress became her greatest weapon. And then came the night everything changed. It was past two in the morning. Ruby was asleep, but when you live in a house filled with conspiracies and people who hate you to the absolute core, your subconscious never truly rests. The faint, almost imperceptible click of her bedroom door unlocking instantly pulled her out of sleep. Ruby didn't move a muscle. She kept her breathing slow, deep, and rhythmic, while her heart hammered violently against her ribs. Soft, careful footsteps draw closer to her bedside.

He took away my innocence, he took away my sleep. For a few days, I've tried so hard to close my eyes, I've hoped that when I open them, it would be another day. It's become frustrating. In response to my insomnia, I asked Kaycee to get me some sleeping pills. She and Scarlett had been checking on me constantly. The house almost seemed quiet, normal. I guess since the whole drama with the Russians was finally over then everyone could get back to their own twisted version of normal.