The Edge Of Sleep Novels & Stories

My Nightmare Natty's POV It was morning already and last night was a long night. I never knew he was that insatiable.I lot count as to how many times we did it. Thinking about it, I smiled. I looked over to him and smiled more. He was still sleeping like a baby. I tried standing up but I felt pain in my thighs. I tried again but I just groaned. My groaning woke him up,he was baffled and asked. "Baby are you alright..."he asked in a husky voice.

The more time I spend with him the worse the pain of being apart is and it’s horrible. Just as I am on the edge of sleep, there is a knock on the door and a soft whisper, “Natalie, are you still awake?” I roll over and groan softly. Then suddenly Ash is at the edge of my bed. “What is it Ash?” I mumble quietly, still trying to wake up. “I can’t sleep, I keep thinking about you and my need to be with you...” I nod my head slightly understanding how he feels. I move my body over so he can fit on the bed. At first he doesn’t understand what I am doing but I gently pat

He normally got back home early, what happened today? I still had to go through with my plan. I heard his footsteps as they got closer to the room. Laying back unto the bed, I struck a pose as I feigned sleep. One leg peeked out of the covers revealing a creamy thigh. The silk strap of my nightie slid down one shoulder, leaving it bare and inviting.

The new edge was exactly what he had promised. He sat in the chair with his laptop and put her on display at the foot of the bed, thighs open, cunt exposed to the room and to him, bruises dark against the white sheets. Every so often, between someone on speaker talking about lead times, he reached over and dragged two fingers through her folds, or tapped her clit, or pushed a single finger inside her and left it there while he said we can live with the delay if the spec holds. Elena stared at the ceiling and tried not to make a sound. The heightened sensitivity turned every small touch into a full-body event. The exhaustion made it harder to hold the line. Slick gathered on the sheet. Her ar

Not ever. Morel nestled in my arms with his body curled against my chest while his breathing remained soft and steady. He slept soundly now while the hours passed since his tears dried but his fingers remained tightly gripped to my shirt as though he needed confirmation that I would stay. I remained seated on the couch's edge while fearing any movement might disturb him. A lamp in the corner cast a gentle light across the silent house. The trees shook in the wind while passing cars hummed to alert me that life continued beyond my own suspended fragile moment.

Vanessa awoke to the peaceful sound of Edward's soft snoring. She remained in his bed, enclosed in his embrace. Even while sleeping, he tightly held her as she attempted to shift positions. Her emotions were a blend of guilt, worry, and a touch of fondness. She cautiously removed herself from his hold, being careful not to disturb his sleep. Upon rising, she observed the nearly depleted whiskey bottle on the nightstand. Recalling last night's happenings, she experienced a sense of unease. She questioned what had caused Edward's unpredictable behavior.

♠️NOW♠️ I’d managed to get some sleep before the nightmare woke me. This time, I saw that bastard in my dreams and inside it, he was taking Eudora away from me when I jolted awake. I was more than relieved to feel my girl’s presence beside me. Her naked body was pressed against mine as she breathed in and out softly, sleeping without a care in the world. I was happy to know she was safe and in my arms even though deep down, I was afraid. Scared that this moment won’t last forever.

His photographs of Remon with the lady who was different, as well as a picture of the woman with him in bed when he was asleep, cau " sed my pupils to dilate. When I saw the photo of myself on his bed, my chest began to constrict as I was freed from the grip on his arm that I had taken. I was sound asleep. I picked up a CD that had fallen to my feet and put it on my shelf.

“A sleep will do the job. I hope so…” Nyx concentrated all the energy that is left on her to feel the aches of their run and the exhaustion they acquired before reaching at Alpha Mikhail's place. She needs it to force her body to shutdown. However, when she is almost taken into the comfort of a slumber, she was unexpectedly disturbed by a knock. She listened. There was no succeeding knock. Nyx might have imagined it. She resumed closing her eyes and dreamed of sweet dreams to comfort her soul. “Nyx? Are you still awake?” A familiar masculine voice spoke from the other side of the door.

Modern, furnished and beautiful and looking new everyday although the house was five years old already. Juana's coffee was transparent, lot of water,lot of sugar, no milk. So she could see her face while sipping at it. Her big blue eyes were a bit undefined, her expression showed fear with a mixture of helplessness and unusual calm. Then the dream came again. Avocado. Garden. Branch. Third branch. Corpse dripping with blood. Loose. Screaming. Empty House. Dream. "Oh my goodness" she sighed, dropping her half empty mug. She tried to make meaning out of it, but it was a little creepy..