The Edge Of Sleep Novels & Stories

I pushed the cleaning cart slowly along the hallway, trying to focus on my work. Dust.Polish.Repeat. My thoughts drifted anyway. Back to lecture halls and textbooks. Back to the feeling of standing in front of a painting and losing track of time. Lena Marek, art student. Turned Lena Marek, housemaid. Life had a strange sense of humor. I wiped down another window and glanced outside. The gardens stretched far into the distance, broken only by a wide stone courtyard. That’s when movement caught my eye. A black car rolled smoothly up the curved driveway toward the front entrance.

The words tip me over the edge, my release barreling toward me, unstoppable. I shoot upright in bed, heart hammering, my pulse pounding between my thighs in the same rhythm. A sex dream. About Dorian. My brain has officially betrayed me. My nipples strain against my bra, shit, I’m still wearing a bra. And yesterday’s jeans and t-shirt. My mouth tastes sour, like I’ve been chewing on sleep.

He assures me as my head swings back and forth. “Knock her out for a few hours…” He mutters softly and he voice trails off as he walks further away from my earshot. Don’t knock me out, what if I die and I don’t come back. I yell through my mind, like he could hear me. In a few seconds my eyes grow heavier and droopy, finding it hard to keep them open. “It’s alright Miss Andy” was the last thing I heard before I slipped into a deep slumber. FEW HOURS LATER.

Alexia looks at her with her mouth gaped, she looks at her left side and her right side and she shouts, “Cecelia, are you out of your mind? What have you done to yourself?” Because her voice is loud and she hadn’t closed the door, her voice travels out of the room. In the room opposite, Edward stirs in his sleep when he hears her voice. He wakes up with a frown and he thinks, ‘Her voice is always in my head. Even now that I am in the hotel, wouldn’t you let me rest?’ But he recalls the sentence he heard in his sleep and he becomes wild awake. He looks around and finds himself topless and a bad feeling welled up inside him.

"What's your name?" "Cole," he answered. "Is that your only question" "I have one more. Am I allowed to leave?" "You can leave tomorrow. It's one in the morning, and we are a good two hours from the city. You can take the bedroom, and I'll sleep on the couch." He said as he watched me closely. "I'm not forcing you, Sienna; if you really want to leave now, you can."

They stopped and looked things over, but as Rufus arrived behind them, he pointed near the edge of the other woods and cried out. August, Flavius, Lucius and Porcius dismounted fast and drew their swords. With caution, they approached the gap at the edge of the stone circle. The stone pattern looped out, nearly touching the nearby woods. By the edge of the coppice, they all exchanged looks as they spotted the single stone slab that lay prostrate. On that slab were a series of wadded up articles, a few looked to be linens the soldiers used for clothes or washing.

I feel sleepy. I was forcefully pulled out from the water. I was fine, there is nothing to worry about. I just want to sleep. I am tired, I can’t wait to go home, to go to bed. I imagined myself on my soft bed, I was turning around, enjoying the sensation, I saw Edward next to me looking at me with love and naked, all naked. I cannot let my imagination ran wild but it’s not bad. I open my eyes and saw a laughing Edward. I need to buy a jewel that has the ability to stop Edward’s ability.

My eyes opened and I blushed, “Are you kidding me, Ed?” “Not that you devil mind. That’s not what I mean. Jeez!” he grunted, “This happens very rarely. I want to sleep but I can’t, not unless somebody is sleeping beside me. I don’t know the logic. Maybe it’s because, I know someone is with me. I don’t know” “Well if you’re feeling cold, I can give you an extra blanket and wear a bloody shirt genius”

" 1 hour then you have to wake up, sleepyhead. " I sleepy hummed a response as the same annoying sound replays again but this time it was softer than before. The lulls of darkness and the calmness of sleep soon took over me. I stretched my arms in front of me like a cat and left them there but then when I lay my arms down I could feel my hands hanging off the edge of something. The heck? Am I sleeping on the edge of a cliff? Whatever, I thought as I withdraw my arms and turn to the other side.

“Okay, okay. Sleep it is.” The problem was that Edward was a habitual late-sleeper. Tried as he might, he could not fall asleep when it was only a few minutes past nine. He had to resort to watching time pass while laying on his back. Then, around midnight, the deeply-slumbering Vivian beside him stirred. She seemed to be having yet another bout of nightmares as she writhed and moaned in her sleep. Alarmed, Edward promptly switched on the bedside lamp and loomed closer, whispering gently, “Vee? Vee, are you okay?”