The Edge Of Sleep Novels & Stories

What do you do when the man you love betrays you… and the stranger who saves you isn’t a stranger at all? Sloane Maddox was the perfect wife. Poised, loyal, and raised in high society, she gave Reed Harris everything her love, her name, and the brand strategy that built his luxury investment firm from the ground up. But the night after their anniversary, she finds him naked in their matrimonial bed with none other than Evelyn, her childhood best friend…and divorce papers waiting on the table. Just when her world falls apart, her quiet bodyguard offers her something unthinkable: a contract marriage to take back everything. But Rio isn’t who he says he is. Their life are more twisted and connected Now, revenge has a face. Love has a name. And the truth will change everything.

At a will hearing, a billionaire’s mistress shocks everyone by revealing her daughter, Susan, as the true heir to the fortune. When Susan storms into Mark Cuban’s boardroom to claim the company, their heated fight turns into a forbidden attraction that neither of them can ignore. Soon, Mark is accused of rape and threatened with losing everything. But as the case unfolds, Mark and Susan must decide whether they are enemies, siblings… or two people falling dangerously in love.

Happy 18th Birthday to me. I found my fated mate... cheating on me with my stepsister. Heartbroken, humiliated, and rejected, I made a vow. I wouldn't just cry; I would get even. In a fit of drunken rage, I stormed into the forbidden wing of the Pack House. I wanted to sleep with the most dangerous man I could find—just to prove I wasn't the weak omega my ex said I was. I found him in the shadows. Dark. Lethal. Possessive. I thought it was just a one-night stand with a stranger. A way to numb the pain. I was wrong. The next morning, when he walked into the pack meeting, the entire room fell to its knees. My ex-boyfriend trembled in fear and called him "Father." The man I slept with isn't just a rogue. He is Killian Blackwood—the ruthless Lycan King, and the most feared Alpha in the world. And now, he’s looking at me with hungry eyes. "You ran away this morning, little one," he growled, stepping over my ex to corner me against the wall. "But you can't run from this." He thinks he can claim me. He thinks I'll be his obedient Luna. But I have a secret. I'm pregnant with the King's heir... and I'm about to disappear.

My name is Ember Haiven. I’ve been alone and on the run my entire life. Everything changed when I became Kieran’s surrogate in exchange for his protection. I had no idea that I would fall in love with this dragon shifter and enter a world that I believed existed only in my dreams. “Is that what you want?” he asked. “Yes…” I said feeling myself go breathless in his arms. “I never thought I’d be able to touch another person like this and now, I just don’t want this feeling to end.” He kissed me sweetly, pulling me closer and then rested his forehead against mine. I could see the color drain from his face and his shoulders sag like I’d ripped the heart from his chest. And maybe I had. It felt like my own was trying to claw its way from my skin. He moved to take a step forward but then thought better of it. Surrogate of the Sleeping Dragon is written by Claire Wilkins, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

The story follows a group of six terrified passengers trapped on a speeding train driven by a greedy Shinigami who make an offer in exchange for their lives. He gave us six different rings that represent their irrational fears as they faced their painful confrontation of the past. If they can succeed to overcome it, the Shinigami will set them free but if their fears swallow them up he will collect each of the souls and deliver it to hell. The passengers are headed by Senior Team Captain of Men’s Volleyball; William followed by a geek guy named Travis, Stefanie a fragile genius student, newly-hired fashion stylist Belinda, Brendan a college professor, and Paris an ambitious and perfectionist Architect. Without any choice, they are forced to make a deal with the Shinigami and wore those rings for the rest of their journey. Driven by monstrous intention, the Shinigami took advantage of their fears to control each one of them to fight their own battle as they experienced hallucinations through going back to their memories. Each memory and close encounter gave them a near-death experience that cost much of their lives. As their journey twisted in different events, it gave them a shocking revelation of finding oneself and turning back to God to repent for their sins.

She froze, breath caught, facing the storm in his delinquent brown eyes. He leaned over her, hands gripping the rail, boxing her in. The air was thick, too heavy to breathe. Her gaze locked on his unwilling, yet unable, to look away. The closer he leaned, the harder her heart pounded. She bit her lip, nerves twitching. No matter how far she ran, he always found her. “Why do you keep chasing me?” she asked, barely above a whisper. Her voice trembled, as if volume might shatter her. He didn’t answer. Silence roared between them. His cold and expressionless never left her face. “Do you like me?” she pressed, ignoring the disinterest in his eyes. She needed something. He gave a soft tut, then brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, twirling it lazily. The touch was light, but his closeness made her pulse race. “‘Like’ is a bit heavy, Tinkerbell,” he murmured, voice low and indifferent. The nickname slipped out like smoke, mocking, yet oddly tender. He leaned in, close enough for her to feel his heat. Close enough to unravel her. But his eyes stayed dark. Empty. She swallowed hard, unsure what hid behind them. “It’s strange,” he added, voice softer now. “But you’re the first woman I’ve ever aknowledged as a lady, Snow White.” — She was the good girl. Quiet. Overlooked. Her life, a shadow. No warmth. No safety. For a moment, she thought she’d found love, someone who saw her. Someone worth clinging to. But he broke her. When he left, he took her love and her self-worth. She hated herself after that. Then she started to rebuild. And that’s when Zachary Gonzalez appeared. Mysterious. Magnetic. Dangerous. Everything she shouldn’t want.

On New Year’s Eve, a poolside party was held at the hospital. There, my fiancee Valerie Charlton’s medical prodigy junior colleague, Cyrus Zeigler, drew the wildcard in a party game. His task was to select a woman from the attendees and enact an explicit scene in front of everyone. He scanned the crowd, and his gaze landed on Valerie. “Valerie, you’re about to get married. I know I can’t have you. So let me have this one time. Okay?” Valerie’s eyes welled up, and she was about to nod. I scoffed and tossed the unsigned medical equipment purchase contract onto the table. “You’d better think carefully. Either he gets lost, or your family’s hospital shuts down for good. Your choice.” Cyrus glared at me angrily when he saw that Valerie was torn with indecision. “Is it that Mr. Everest can’t take a joke? He’s already controlling everything you do before the wedding. After you get married, he’ll probably keep you in a cage.” Valerie calmed down. Then, she turned to me and said scornfully, “You are a grown man. Have some grace. What era are we living in? Do you have to flaunt your masculinity all the time?” I watched calmly as they walked toward the pool. Then, I turned and made a phone call. “Since she doesn’t care about this marriage, she can watch the Charlton family crumble.”

Seventeen-year-old Seraphina Knights has been running from her dreams for as long as she can remember—dreams of fire, glass, and a winged stranger who calls her by name. Every time she wakes, a glowing mark burns into her skin… and no one can explain why. Duskmoor Academy was supposed to be her fresh start—a place for students with “unusual sensitivities.” But from the moment she meets Lucan Vale, the quiet, unreadable Literature Assistant, Seraphina’s dreams only get worse. Or more real. Lucan knows exactly who she is. He’s been finding her in every lifetime. And losing her. Seraphina’s past lives are catching up to her—and so is a curse that’s been hunting them both. If she remembers too much, she dies. If she turns away from him, the cycle continues. But this time… she remembers just enough to fight back.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” A soft murmur reached Sierra’s ears as she closed her eyes. “Is there another way?” “You’ve already heard what the doctor said about Callie’s condition, right? There’s no other way, Sierra.” Axton lifted his head from the crook of Sierra’s neck. “So, let’s get this done now and give me the money according to our deal,” Sierra said confidently while giving him a long kiss. *** Sierra signed an agreement to become a surrogate mother for her best friend, Callie, who couldn’t get pregnant by herself due to lupus. As part of the arrangement, Sierra would receive compensation, which she planned to use to pay off the debt left by her bastard father. Unfortunately, after they finalized the agreement, Callie was declared unable to produce eggs for fertilization. In the end, the only solution rested with Sierra. Callie asked her best friend to sleep with her husband so they could have a child together, a baby that would be raised as Axton and Callie’s own. Having no other choice, she slept with her boss, who also happened to be her best friend’s husband, and eventually became pregnant with his child. However, tragedy struck when Callie fell seriously ill during Sierra’s seventh month of pregnancy and passed away. So, what happens next? What will happen to Sierra and the baby she is pregnant with? What if there are many hidden truths between them? What if Sierra and Axton had a connection in the past before Axton married Callie? What if Axton and Callie’s relationship was built on a web of lies that Callie kept hidden? As secrets from their pasts begin to unravel, how will Sierra and Axton face the future?

My wife, Wendy Sinclair, has a severe sleepwalking disorder. After she falls asleep, she always wanders out in a state of unconsciousness. The night before our wedding, she disappears without a word. I have no choice but to postpone our wedding. Only then does she walk out of her childhood friend's house next door, rubbing her sleepy eyes. Afraid I might overthink, she cries and apologizes to me. "There's no cure for my condition. From now on, just tie me up when I sleep, okay?" I feel sorry for her, so I just change the door lock to make sure she cannot go out. But in the middle of the night, I wake up and see her standing on the edge of the balcony. She climbs in through the window and goes into her childhood friend's house again. Soon, suggestive and intimate sounds come from inside. My blood runs cold. Her sleepwalking isn't an illness at all—it is out of love.