The Edge Of Sleep Novels & Stories

My CEO wife, Quinn White, and I have been married for seven years. She suffers from severe insomnia, and only the medicinal bath I blend can relieve her symptoms. On the night of our seventh anniversary, after I prepare her bath, she takes the initiative to check into a hotel room with her ex-boyfriend, Oliver Green, to play poker. Oliver sends me a photo to gloat and mock me. So, I toss the medicinal herbs into the trash, draft a divorce agreement, and send it to Quinn. After searching high and low for renowned doctors and suffering through innumerable sleepless nights, she realizes I'm the most important person in her life.

Renders the hard edges of furniture and walls into sleep-blurred shapes. His shadow is sprawled across the sheets like spilled ink. He’s not under the blanket—just lying on top of it, in a loose cotton shirt and those pale blue shorts that barely reach mid-thigh. Legs curled slightly. One arm draped over his chest. The other folded underneath his pillow. His hair’s a mess. Silky platinum blonde curls tumbling into his eyes. His ears—those soft, downy bunny ears—twitch once, lazily, then still. I don't breathe for a moment.

The night did not sleep, and neither did Carson. He sat at the edge of the bed, his elbows resting on his knees, the skyline flickering beyond the window like a pulse that refused to die. Justina stirred behind him, her voice soft with sleep. “Carson?” He didn’t turn. “Go back to sleep.” “You said that two hours ago.” She rose quietly, pulling the sheet around her shoulders, and came to stand beside him. His face was a silhouette against the glass, all sharp edges and exhaustion.

As Ellie watched Edward sleep peacefully, she couldn’t wish for a better life more than the one she was currently experiencing. She remembered what she had gone through with her ex and could only feel grateful for having met Edward. She kept on admiring his features as he slept and couldn’t help but to admit how handsome he looked even in his sleep.

She just wanted to forget about the whole night. She was exhausted and fell asleep. It was the first night that they didn't have sex. But she was too depressed to care. The icing on the cake was the picture sent tonight was a current picture from tonight. Edge was dressed in the same clothes he wore today. It was the shirt she had bought him for his birthday and he had the braided bracelet she had special made for him on his wrist. He was standing and had his arms around Shasta. The way their heads were tilted, it looking like they were kissing.

I ready myself to bed and when I succumb to slumber I saw images from my dream again and this time they are so much clearer. ***** Ed_Dianthe | Ms. Ed

I barely managed to send a mind link to William before everything went dark. When I woke up again, I was lying in a bed at the pack infirmary. William stood beside me, his expression grave. "Luna, you knew you had silver in your system, so how could you let yourself get cut by silver again? You need the antidote immediately. Otherwise, you'll hemorrhage and die. "Thankfully, the antidote will be ready tomorrow. As long as you take it, you'll be fine. Stay here tonight and rest." Not long after he left, Tobias walked into the room.

He was a master tactician, slowly but surely wearing down her defenses. She’d found herself looking forward to speaking to him. It was when she’d woken in the middle of the previous night, to find herself in tangled sheets damp with sweat after an intensely erotic dream, that she’d got up and packed. It was only after she’d done that, she’d been able to go back to sleep.

But now— They weren’t as focused. More tired. More distant. Her body started to give in. Slowly. Her head tilted slightly to the side. Her eyes blinking slower. She tried to stay awake. Tried to fight it. But it wasn’t working. Her body had reached its limit. And eventually— Without realizing it— Her eyes closed. Her breathing evened out. Soft. Quiet. She fell asleep right there. At the edge of the stairs. Still waiting. Hours passed. The house stayed silent. Still.

My brain was shutting down, pulling me into a deep, dark sleep. Eddie slowly shifted, pulling his cock out of me with a soft, wet slip. He rolled onto his side, pulling my weak, trembling body against his hard, tattooed chest. He pulled the thick silk duvet over both of us, wrapping his large arm around my waist, holding me so tight I could barely move. I was right on the edge of sleep, my consciousness fading into the dark, when I heard his voice. It was a very low whisper, so quiet I almost thought I was dreaming it.