Taken While I Slept Novels & Stories

“You look… fresher. Guess the sleep worked.” I say nothing and take a sip of my vanilla latte. The sweetness melts on my tongue, its warmth like a gentle caress on my throat. I did sleep well, but it was not because of a headache. It was because of something far more sexual, something I don’t think I should tell him. Especially when Rowan didn’t take it seriously. My chest weighs at that reminder. Alex takes a sip of his mocha. “I should take my sleep routine more seriously.”

Maybe just my period? “Define annoyed,” I sarcastically asked. Then instead of hearing what he wanted to say next, I plugged my airpods in my ears and maxed out the volume of my phone. Thanks to the music, credits to Taylor Swift's Opalite and some random music afterwards, I was able to sleep. I was able to take a nap. When I woke up, I could already see the sky turning orange. Meaning, we're still far. I slept almost 3 hours, or so I guess with no disturbance. Thank you.

32. Thane 🎶 Despite my mood over the past few days, I can't deny that my sleep habits have been a bit better lately than in the past. This morning, I woke up feeling well-rested. As I got out of bed, I noticed Soraya had already woken up because her side of the bed was so cold, with the strong, sweet smell of her perfume lingering in the room. She had already gone to work, and I checked the time; it was past ten.“Damnit!” I slept through my alarms. Although I didn't have any meetings today, I still have some last-minute stuff to review before the project with Sage begins.

She smiles, and I feel a pang of something I can’t name, a mix of joy and a terrible, looming dread. My eyelids flutter open, and I let out a sigh. I rub my head as I sit up. Another memory. Another dream. For two years, I am haunted by her, a constant, sharp ache. I let it happen. I can't even sleep, and the pills I take don't work. I've only slept for forty minutes. I take it as a curse that I deserve for what I've done. I remember how she held on to me in her sleep as I get out of bed, a gentle, trusting grip. I kissed her gently, fighting back my tears.

Amber cried out in pain, instantly drawing all of Jeremy's attention. He turned to me, his voice cold. "Are you satisfied now?" The entire household erupted into chaos as everyone rushed to support Amber, even urgently calling for a doctor. As they were leaving, Christine didn't forget to turn back and scream at me. "You cursed wretch!" I stood in place until my legs went numb before finally making my way to the maid's room. The exhaustion, both physical and emotional, crushed me completely. I collapsed onto the narrow single bed and fell into a deep sleep.

Trying to make sense of something that doesn’t make sense. Then it hits me hard. I remember going to bed fully clothed. I remember waking up the same way. So how— My breath stutters. No. No! no! My chest tightens as the realization claws its way through me. The angle. The way the picture is taken. Deliberate and Calculated. Like it was meant to look like something it wasn’t. Like someone purposely made it look that way. My grip tightens around the phone. He took that picture while I was asleep.

My best friend, Ricky Watson, yanked the oxygen tube from my nose as he grinned down at me maliciously. "I guess there's no point pretending anymore. Remember those leaked files that cost you the promotion? I'm the one who planted them in that storage box under your bed." Then, he slipped an arm around my wife, Andrea Gates, looking even more pleased with himself. "And that son you've spent the last 10 years raising?" His grin widened. "He's mine." Andrea slowly turned the gold bracelet around her wrist and looked at me with open contempt. "I would've taken the kid and left you for Ricky years ago if you hadn't been so subservient to my needs and given me all your paycheck every mo

a boy nearby said quietly, his voice hesitant. "Fainted? Don't be ridiculous! This is just her laziness acting up!" Mom grabbed the back of my collar in one swift motion. Her grip was shockingly strong as she hauled me up off the ground. My head lolled limply, and the back of my hand scraped against the rough floor, tearing the skin open in a streak of red. "You sleep in class, you sleep while eating, and now you're sleeping during your final exam too?" Mom hissed under her breath, her teeth clenched tight. "You have no shame, but I do. I'm the dean of discipline."

Before the math competition, I went to a hilltop chapel to pray. A disembodied voice whispered, "Don't compete. If you do, you'll regret it." I didn't hesitate. I jumped down a flight of the chapel's ninety-nine stone steps, broke my leg, and withdrew from the competition. When I returned to school, the new transfer student, Sienna Krieger, was leaning against a desk, laughing. "Elara actually believed that recording I planted at the chapel was some kind of divine warning. The idiot jumped and broke her own leg. "Now Ronan's coaching me instead. I won gold at the competition, and we've both been offered early admission to Northbridge University." The students around her snickered. "Goo

Dev and I slide into the nearest transport, and I don't release a breath until it's moving. This isn't going to be an easy night.