Tales To Keep You Awake Novels & Stories

Telling him the exact old told tale. “Don’t you remember those happy voices in your mind as you sleep? Or maybe the screams you hear of terror in a nightmare. What is a nightmare? Isn’t a nightmare a small prison you’re trapped in, with no hopes of waking? Why? Because you never know you’re asleep. You forget everything, your name, your life, and who you are. The only thing to accompany you are the monsters that laugh in your mind, that taunt you, knowing everything. Your life, your happiness, everything that had been stolen away. But the scariest part of the nightmare won’t be the monsters. They aren’t scary themselves. The most fearful thing of all is that they are yours. That you can hear

The first gray light of dawn was just creeping through the thin curtains when my eyes snapped open. I hadn't really slept. The night had been a long, tense stretch of staring at the ceiling, my mind replaying the previous day in a relentless, jagged loop. Javier’s grim warnings. The oppressive crowd inside the pub. The hidden door leading to the underground club. The story of the girls who died. The cold, watchful eyes of the guards. Every detail was etched behind my eyelids.

Something new is waking. And somewhere, a man with Micah's smile cracks his knuckles, scars shimmering silver under moonlight, ready to lead them.

"You think manipulating my travel plans is protection?" "I saw your last articles, Nora. The ones that read like you were phoning it in because you were too exhausted to care anymore. Late nights, canceled trips, that piece on burnout that felt like you were writing your own obituary. I could not stand by and watch you burn out the way I did. I figured if you ended up here, away from deadlines and emails and that editor who keeps piling shit on you, maybe you would breathe for once. Maybe you would remember why you started writing in the first place."

But because I hadn't eaten much, I could only bring up bile and blood in the end. Involuntary tears fell as the strength left my body completely, and I fainted. … When I woke up again, it was early the next morning. I forced myself to take a shower, threw away all my clothes, and applied medicine to my infected surgical scars. Then, I fell back asleep. I was jolted awake by the loud bang of the door being flung open. Sofia walked to my bedside and threw a document at me from a distance. "Sign it."

He warned her and threw her away. Caroline didn’t sleep the next night because it was a huge insult for her. And now she planned for a REVENGE. She wanted to destroy my dad and his children but in a way that no one would ever know.The next morning, she woke up early and prepared breakfast for everyone which made my father really happy. “How’s the breakfast Anna and Zac?” “It's really delicious.” Zac smiled

Fate had done more harm than good. Slowly, my eyelids grew heavier than lids and I closed them, drifting to a world where I had no worries. The shrill beeping of the alarm jolted me awake. My fingers ran across the table, picking it up effortlessly and tossing it to the wall. The beeping lingered, each sound triggering anger to course down my veins. “Can’t that metal thing shut the fuck up?” I groaned, rising from the bed, my legs slipping into my sneakers.

I whispered with a loving smile, "which story would you like tonight?" Mathew's face lit up with excitement, his tiny hands reaching for his favorite book. "The one about the brave little wolf, Mumma!" I chuckled as I opened the book, a captivating story about a young wolf's grand adventure. Mathew listened with rapt attention, his eager eyes fixed on the pages as I spun the tale of bravery and exploration. By the time I reached the part where the little wolf found solace under the silvery glow of the moon, my son was already fast asleep.

"It's just the A****n delivery guy. He dropped off a box on the porch, hit his horn by mistake, and drove off." The red tail lights of the delivery van faded down the rainy driveway. "False alarm," Leo purred, grabbing both of my wrists and pulling me straight off the island counter onto my feet. "But the kitchen is too open. Upstairs. Right now." The large king-sized bed sat in the middle of the room, lit only by the faint glow of the lightning outside the window. I didn't wait for them to ask. I untied my pink silk robe and let it drop to the floor, standing totally naked in the dim light. My breasts were flushed red from their mouths, my nipples hard, and my pussy was leaking wet juices d

He would then let out a hiss as the excruciating pain jolted him awake and cold sweat beaded on his forehead. His inner thighs were already covered in the same scars I used to have years ago. There were new wounds piled on top of old ones, making for a gruesome sight. Dad thought that I would come back to him as long as he experienced the same pain I had suffered in the past and remained conscious the whole time. "Look, Zach, I never fell asleep. I've managed to stay awake all night," he mumbled under his breath to no one in particular in the empty room. He then grabbed the half-used bottle of hand sanitizer spray and spritzed the alcohol onto his festering wounds.