The Edge Of Sleep Novels & Stories

Alex I woke up to find Alexis curled up at the far edge of the bed, as if the mattress itself had offended her. She was clinging to the very edge, one leg practically dangling off. If she moved an inch further, she’d end up on the floor. I sighed and reached over, pulling her closer before she could complete her escape attempt. She stirred a little but didn’t wake, her face still etched with an uneasy expression even in sleep.

Chapter 46 – Under the Same Roof The morning light came in soft through the curtains but it didn’t feel like a soft morning it felt heavy and strange like the house was holding its breath I woke before the alarm my eyes opening to the shape of Edward sitting at the edge of the bed his shoulders straight his back tense his head down like he’d been thinking too long You’re awake he said without turning his voice low I didn’t sleep much I whispered pulling the blanket around me I was still tired but my body wouldn’t rest the whole night my mind had been running between two men and the sound of every little creak in the house

I reached down, grabbing the edges of my nightgown, nervously twisting and folding the white fabric between my fingers as if I were a helpless, terrified girl on the verge of a breakdown. "I... I had a terrible nightmare," I whispered, my voice trembling perfectly. "I dreamed someone was standing over my bed with a knife... trying to take the baby. I'm scared, Edward. I'm so scared, and I need to stop sleeping alone in this dark hallway." Edward’s expression softened, the violent tension in his shoulders easing just a fraction as he looked down at my pale, trembling face. He ran a heavy hand over his jaw, letting out a low, breathy sigh.

“Idiot.” The shape at the edge of the light pulled outward from the darkness. It began forming.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

It doesn't take long for my lids to grow heavy, and I drift off only to be woken not long after. Ambrosial hints of cedar, delicately laced with citrus, waft over me, seeping into my pores and moving through my system like venom. His presence at the side of the bed is paralysing, and it takes everything I have in me to continue feigning sleep. Will it stop him? Do I want it to?

I thrust into her one last time, my dick buried deep inside her, my body convulsing as I came, my cum filling her, marking her as mine. We lay there for a moment, our bodies still entwined, and our breaths slowly returning to normal. I rolled off her, pulling her into my arms, her head resting on my chest, her body pressed against mine. "That was..." she started, her voice trailing off, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm. "Amazing," I finished for her, my voice soft, my lips brushing against her forehead. And I was, so fucking amazing. That was the last though in my head as we both drifted into a peaceful slumber. This was the best sleep I had in years.

Her eyelids slowly grew heavy. She sat down on the edge of the bed. "Just a moment..." she whispered. "I'll rest for... one minute..." But that one minute... Would become the beginning of yet another night neither of them had ever expected.

I have no money, no ID that the police didn’t take, and the last thing I need is someone recognising me as the disgraced star player who just confessed to leaking his girlfriend’s sex tapes. Eventually, I give up, and so does my car, because the gas tank is empty. With what’s left of the gas, I find a quiet, poorly lit spot behind an old warehouse on the edge of town and kill the engine. I climb into the backseat, folding my tall frame as best I can, and use my hoodie as a pillow. The leather is cold against my skin. Sleep doesn’t come easy, but eventually the exhaustion wins. The sharp sound of an alarm cuts through the silence the next morning.

Edward: The moment Lianna’s breathing evened out, I rose from the edge of the bed and straightened. Her back was to me, her shoulders tight even in sleep, like she was bracing for another blow that wouldn’t come. Carefully, I pulled the covers higher over her bare shoulder.

My mood changed drastically and Sebastian noticed this. He asked what was wrong with me and I didn't know if it was a good idea to tell him what was happening to me. -It's hard to explain. -You didn't sleep very well, did you? -Is it that noticeable? -Why can't you sleep, is something bothering you? -No, it's just that I can't get to sleep. -But I can tell you're tired, tell me what's wrong. -It's hard to explain. -I know I shouldn't interfere but it's wrong that you don't sleep, you're affecting your health.