Tales To Keep You Awake Novels & Stories

The next morning, Tales woke up to a light knock on his door. He groaned, rolling over on the floor where he’d fallen asleep the night before. He rubbed his eyes as he ruffled his hair. His back protested as he pushed himself up, the golden envelope still lying unopened on the bed. The knock came again, firmer and louder this time. “Who is it?” Tales grumbled, rubbing his face. His voice was still hoarse, indicating it hadn’t been long since he woke up.

Dreaming of you keeps me asleep, thinking of you keeps me awake, and being with you keeps me alive Chapter Fourteen N O E L Now one thing my family knows about me is that although I'm not a heavy sleeper, I'm not a light one either. My body wakes when it times, according to my alarm. I can be lazy about waking up but I know when I definitely shouldn't wake up. I shouldn't wake up before my alarm but why was somebody not getting this.

I try to stay awake as long as possible. Klevon and I decided to leave two hours before midnight. So, two hours after dinner, I went to bed and try to stay awake as long as possible. I hear the commotion outside my room. I place my book on the bedside table and cover myself with the blankets.

“They’ll just remove you from my apartment, and maybe if I’m really lucky, they’ll lock you up for the night so I can go one night without hearing women faking orgasms until four in the morning.” He stepped into her living room, folding his arms across his chest defiantly as he narrowed his own gaze on hers. “You let me know when you’re ready to get rid of all those cobwebs,” he paused, pointing a finger towards her hips, “and I’ll show you how fake those orgasms are.”

Chapter 1 ** It rained that night, with the heavy rain and thunder my eyes were opened and awake even though I’m just coming from slumbering. My mother woke me up with terror in her eyes. I’m asking her but she didn’t answer me. Her palms were both trembling while holding my small fists, I almost stumble to the mahogany floor because she was fast and I step my sleeping gown because of it. I was required to wake myself but the dream is still there, just like a nightmare in lucid dreaming. I wanted to shout for someone to wake me up, but I can’t find my voice.

It was a Sunday morning, we had all taken care of our house chores, we ate before we did the chores, they girls had woken up very early in the morning to prepare the dish, we were left with nothing, Mr and Mrs Wilson did not leave the house, because it was their day off, so we decided to go have some fun, leaving the both of them at home Jessy took us round New York, the city was really amazing, we had gone shopping, we visited the Central Museum, mall, etc you name it, Jessy and I enjoyed ourselves we watched movies together, there was this vampire movie about stream in the theater, so we decided to go check it out "Hey Luther, come check this out" Jessy said posting to a poster while I wal

Before I could finish, he cut me off impatiently, "Yeah, work's calling. I have to go." He rushed out the door, and I didn't press him further. However, my doubts grew heavier. Was he really that busy? I followed him, and that was when I saw the happy family scene I had just described. I lifted my numb fingers and hit record, capturing the entire scene in front of me. When I returned home, I locked myself in my room and played the video on repeat. While I lay unconscious, someone else had quietly taken my place. What was the point of waking up at all?

I should be drifting off, but my mind is still buzzing, still reaching for something to hold onto. “I can’t sleep,” I admit after a few minutes. “My brain won’t stop.” “What do you need?” “Tell me something. A story. Something that isn’t about councils or threats or ex-girlfriends or Nathaniel.” I shift closer, pressing my face against his chest. “Something to quiet my head.” “I don’t do stories.” “Then make one up. Something boring enough to knock me out.” The sound he makes might be a laugh. Might just be an exhale. Hard to tell with Knox.

I sleep for maybe an hour. Not the deep kind of sleep, just a thin, twitchy drift where every sound becomes a threat and every shadow in my dream has claws. When I finally wake, it’s because my wolf shifts under my ribs like she’s irritated with me for being unconscious at all. The room is still dark blue with pre dawn. Tessa is curled into her blankets, face scrunched like she’s trying to hide from the capital by sheer willpower. Briar is sitting upright again, because of course she is, eyes fixed on the window like she’s counting the seconds until sunrise.

the journalist asked curiously. "Yes, it's called 'Tales of the Moonlit Grimoire'," Luna revealed with a smile, subtly bringing the interview to a close.