Tales To Keep You Awake Novels & Stories

No! Cereal_killer Wow! Someone is snappy today! Chloe_awesome_scott First of all, try staying up late on a school night. Cereal_killer Oh, come on, we all did. Chloe_awesome_scott Secondly, try waking up and have a lovely conservation with an annoying, cocky SOB, who freaking shatters your beliefs of the word 'h.a.p.p.y' an tries to delude you into believing that he is some kind of a werewolf straight out of some fantasy book and you are his 'mate'

It’s been thirty minutes of hysterics, tantrums and yelling and I am so done with all of it. 'That's do-able.' I shrug, admiring my nails flippantly and sigh heavily, feeling Cora’s side eye as she tries to gauge my seriousness. My mood has been one of irritation since I was awoken from dreams of a certain hunter laying hands on me and sapping the last morsels of my power away. A nightmarish and helpless dream with that cocky ass laughing at my inability to wield any kind of magick. Now I’m dealing with an almighty freak out by the pretend witch and I am so close to flexing my violent streak.

Coal doesn't exist anywhere but my own head and these nightmares are just a result of my overactive imagination. Why does it always have to be so real? My phone blinks 5am but it's Sunday and for once, I'm not working, so I grab my sleeping pills and shove two in my mouth, washing them down with half the bottle of water I keep on my bedside table and lie back, waiting for the blissful dreamless abyss that always follows. ~•~ My stomach growls loudly, the delicious scent of melted cheese rousing me from my unconscious state. "What happened this time?" Gale asks when I finally open my eyes.

She squatted down and said, "Noe, why are you awake?" Noah hugged her. "There’s thunder when it rains. I don't dare sleep alone." Pearl turned to look at Tanner, who smiled. "Noe can sleep with us tonight." Tanner went forward and picked up Noah. Noah hugged his neck and asked childishly, "Does Daddy know how to tell stories?" "Yes." Tanner kissed his forehead. "Do you want to hear a story?" Noah nodded. Tanner then carried him to the bed and told him a bedtime fairy tale.

Her mystery men had deserted her for some days now. Sleep, which was her way of escaping the troubles of the day, turned into, well… a nightmare. Nightmares she couldn’t remember but always made her wake up in the middle of the night. Drenched with sweat, with her eyes wide and her chest heaving like she had run a thousand miles,. Then she’d stay awake till dawn, work her bones till nightfall, go to bed, and wake up again from the terrifying nightmare. It was a torturous routine. “Stay awake. Stay awake. You can’t fall asleep here. If you break Mrs. Richardson’s vase, it’s not going to end well.” Layla mumbled under her breath, pinching her cheek. A small yawn escaped her lips, and she groan

I whispered, “You don’t talk much, do you?” He glanced at me. “Talking won’t keep us alive.” Fair point. We moved through the trees, careful. Watching. Listening. Then— A snap. We froze. Kael’s hand shot out, grabbing my arm. “We’re not alone.” I held my breath. My ears strained. A growl. My heart pounded. Then, from the shadows— Rogues. They attacked fast. Claws. Teeth. Red eyes. Kael shifted. His wolf was massive. Furious.

Something shifted inside me the night I returned from the Library of Lost Stories. I lay awake in the darkness, Kael's breathing steady beside me, feeling the presence of the unwritten tales pressing against my consciousness like impatient pups. They were not demanding. They were simply present, waiting for me to acknowledge them. One story in particular called to me. It was softer than the others, more tentative, as if it was afraid to be heard. I am here, it whispered. I have been waiting for a very long time.

The room had some books and stories placed everywhere for us to find, I decided to pick one and go sit down in my bed, Nala decided to play with her phone, while Katie sat in bed, and she soon went into deep sleep, sucking on her thumb, around ten pm, the light went off and came back on, the internet stopped or that's what Nala said, and at ten on the dot, the light went off along with the internet, it was time to sleep. "I guess it's their way of telling us to sleep," Nala says and I nod, she's right, we gotta sleep, now, I got under the blanket, and covered my head, it only took me a couple minutes before I was deep asleep. My sleep wasn't interrupted by anything, instead, I slept like the

😂❤️ I’ve decided to make the chapters in each collection longer so you can spend more time with the characters, experience the tension, get more steamy moments, uncover the secrets, and really get lost inside every story. So please… keep your toes up! 👀😂🔥 Because I may have added a few twists here and there that you definitely weren’t expecting. 😏🌚🖤 Just when you think you understand what is happening… I might turn everything upside down. 👀💀 I want Dark Tales of Midnight to be the kind of book that makes you say, “Okay, just one more chapter…” and then suddenly realize it’s 2 a.m. 😂😭🌙

No, the was only the soft breathing of deep sleep from upstairs and the shallow gasps of our housekeeper weeping silently-she must be getting soft in her old age-and the slow swing of something heavy through the air. Swish. Swish. Had someone left a window open, it was coming from our small library, my favourite room in the whole house. Or maybe father had finally managed to fix the grandfather clock that had been sitting in the room for as long as I can remember. I decided on see the library one last time before the slaughter continued. Perhaps I’d even keep my favourite book of poems, a reminder of where I’d come from and what had been done to me by the people I thought I could trust, by t