The Edge Of Sleep Novels & Stories

Initially, I thought I wouldn't be able to catch proper sleep due to the excitement and anxiety about going to school but I was proven wrong as I had a pleasant and sound sleep. That was actually unexpected but definitely a good sign though it doesn't cover up one bad side that I desperately need now. I wanted to sleep on the way to school to avoid facing Gabriel as I have to ride with him to school. But now I can't sleep, not because I had a good sleep,but because Gabriel's friend, whose name is Sebastian, is constantly rumbling about things that I'm not interested in.

Chapter 21 Third POV Elara’s eyelids fluttered, her consciousness teetering on the edge of a deep, dreamless sleep. She could feel her past, the memories she had so carefully buried, lurking just beyond the veil of sleep, waiting for her to lose her grip so they could slip through the cracks. They were always there, haunting her at the edge of her thoughts, ready to seize any moment of weakness and drag her back to a time she would rather forget. But before she could succumb to the darkness, a commanding voice cut through the silence, yanking her back to the present.

But for werewolves, five km were more like a children’s race from one corner of a small park to other. Edge frowned as if the part of him who had been aroused just moments ago had left his body. Light was shocked by his behavior. “If not, then I am fine getting my bedrest until twelve in the noon. And anyway, I have college tomorrow so I can go there.” she muttered nonchalantly. “Come to the ground.” he said, stopping her words, “I want to see you.” “Then five k-” her words were cut off by his kiss. Smirking, she took it as his way of giving in to her.

An instrument I want to make play. I extricate myself with infinite slowness, lifting his arm that encircles me, slipping out of the circle of his warmth. The cool air on my naked skin makes me shiver, a delicious contrast after the furnace of our bodies. Standing at the edge of the bed, I watch him sleep. In the half-light, he is a landscape of shaded hills and valleys, of relaxed muscles, of conquered peace. But I know the eruption beneath the earth's crust.

Ederic hovered in the realm of half-sleep, unable to fully open his eyes. As soft footfalls approached, Ederic's awareness was fleeting. Ryan entered, his gaze resting on the restless form of the younger man. A sigh escaped his lips as he gazed upon the troubled sleep. With a resigned breath, Ryan switched off the light, allowing Ederic's restless slumber to envelop him.

The door swung open. Julian Langford stood in the doorway with red marks on his neck. "Back to see your wife again?" The smirk on his face was unbearable. Rage shot through me. I punched him in the face. The next moment, Wendy Sinclair rushed out of the bedroom. "Zane Lewis, why are you making a scene in the middle of the night?" "And you think it's fine to spend the night in another man's bed?" I scoffed. The first time she ended up in Julian's bed was an accident. But the second time? She was wearing his shirt, and there were still faint marks lingering on her neck.

Memory is not always a gift. Sometimes it behaves like a wound. It opens at random. Bleeds without warning. And refuses to close. NIGHT__ Eli woke up before dawn. Not because he wanted to. Because something pulled him awake. A sharp sensation behind his eyes. Like pressure building inside his skull. He sat up quickly, breathing uneven. “…Again…” This was the third time. Fragments. Pieces. Not dreams. Not fully. Something in between. He pressed his fingers to his temple.

he cut in, his voice rough, “I’m tired of studying.” He didn’t sit back down. Instead, he closed the last bit of distance between us in one slow step, his body heat hitting me like a wave. My back bumped lightly against the edge of the desk. There was nowhere to go. “Ethan…” I started, but it came out more like a warning than a protest. He didn’t say anything right away. He lifted one hand, slow enough that I could’ve stopped him if I really wanted to. His fingertips brushed the bare skin of my collarbone—right over the spot he’d marked last night—and I sucked in a sharp breath.

Why did she forget that Alexander chose to sleep beside her last night? It probably slipped her mind because she was focused on being late for work. Nicole stopped moving for a moment to look at the handsome CEO who was fast asleep beside her. His forehead was slightly furrowed, but you couldn’t deny the perfect features of his face. Thick eyebrows, rosy lips, and a jawline that looked like it was carved by a very skilled sculptor. Unconsciously, Nicole raised her hands to touch the CEO’s rose-like lips, her CEO’s, only to stop at the last moment for fear of waking him up and disturbing his sleep.

Dorian Grimaldi. As I pushed open the door to my dimly lit room, the familiar sight of Eden lying peacefully on the bed greeted me. The soft glow from the bedside lamp illuminated the room, casting a warm and comforting aura. Her red hair was splayed across the pillow in loose tendrils, framing her delicate features like a halo. The gentle rise and fall of her chest indicated she was deep in sleep, breathing in rhythmic patterns.