What To Do At 1 Am Novels & Stories

[--Kaiser Volkov--] It was twelve midnight, the kind of hour when most people are nestled comfortably in their beds, lost in the embrace of sleep. The world outside is quiet, with only the occasional rustle of leaves or the distant hum of a passing car to remind you that life continues, even in the dead of night. Normal people would be doing something sensible, like resting, and recharging for the day ahead. Too bad I’ve never been one of those people.

I sighed and washed off my cum from my legs, throwing myself back on my bed. I shut my eyes to get to sleep but it was very hard so sleep. I turned around on my bed, kicking through the air but nothing was working. I took my phone, deciding to binge watch videos, hopefully it was going to make me fall asleep wuickly. I scrolled for ten minutes and a message popped up from an unknown number. I was very scared at first because it was a little past 2am and I was wondering who would be texting me by this time.

Morowa. You know that one time in the night or early morning when you feel like sleep escaped from your life or it suddenly went on a vacation when you needed it the most? That's the only explanation for being awake right now. '2:18am' the red glowing lights from my alarm clock displayed. I had been counting the invisible dust motes in the air for what felt like forever. I needed a distraction. With this in mind, I picked up my glass case from my bedside table, opened it and slipped it on my nose.

Look what I got. An unexpected encounter with our dear protagonist that I should have avoided. The night is deep but I'm still wide awake. My brain and mind are still active, my body is still awake despite the stressful day. When I was alive it was still early 10:00 am, I usually sleep from 2:00 to 3:00 am. 6:00 am when we have a break from school. Yes, I know. My body clock is broken and beyond repair. Not that I want it to be fixed though.

Fight day. It was today. A week later has felt like a year. But it's finally here. I lay awake in bed staring at the ceiling. I didn't want to sleep, but Damon insisted, he said I need rest to be at my best today. So I'm here at 2am trying to rest since sleep has inadvertently evaded me, while Damon paces all over the house, doing goodness knows what. He's restless, I know. We all are. Even though we don't actually leave until 4pm, it's been impossible to relax.

It feels good to help, but as I keep myself busy I can’t help but notice that Riva keeps looking at me. And I know she’s thinking about my father. I’m about to approach her and maybe put her mind at ease, but then Amari shows up out of nowhere and intercepts me. “Meet me at the lake, midnight. Be there on time and make sure to bring extra clothes.” The request is odd, but she doesn’t give me time to ask. Before I can even open my mouth, she and Riva are gone. That night, I don’t sleep at all. I figured it would be good to get some rest before midnight, but I end up lying in bed staring at the ceiling all that time instead. It doesn’t help that my roommate is Lazaro, who snores like a wild bo

It's really a surprise. Orgasms are a good reason for my whole family to leave. I might not feel so bad if I do it enough. "Damn, it's cold," I mutter to myself in a low voice as I leave the bowling alley and turn left, grabbing my phone. It's really dark outside right now—1:20 AM. It's also very dark out here, with almost no light shining on anything. "Need someone to warm you up?" I hear a man's deep voice.

"What if it wasn’t him? What if next time it’s real?" I rolled onto my side, shaking my head. You’re overthinking, Helen. Go to sleep. The house was silent. Everyone was asleep. Then, a sound. A faint thud from outside. I sat up, heart hammering. Liam. I let out a sigh, rubbing my temples. Oh, come on. You have to do this again? Grabbing my phone, I squinted at the screen—1:14 AM. Wait… My stomach twisted. Would Liam really be playing games at this hour?

So, I better draw the line. Marcus nods, exiting the car when I do. The car doors slam shut, and the sound fills the bustling, night air. It is currently 1 am in the morning. When it is completely quiet and dead at this time of the night in Alkhemi, the human world has just come alive. The juxtaposition pulls a wry chuckle out of me. I stop myself before I let out a laugh. “November, stop thinking about Alkhemi.” I tell myself.

GABRIELLA The ticking of the digital clock on my nightstand reads 2:14 AM. I roll onto my back, staring up at the dark ceiling as my eyes refuse to drift close to sleep and my mind refuses to turn off. My thoughts drift to my friends. Or my current lack of friends.