bed story for sleep

[1V1, sweet doting, pure in body and mind] After one night of indulgence, she took on a mysterious bigshot. Afterwards, she slipped away, but he became addicted from just one taste. Rumors had it that he was a financial heir who could cover the sky with one hand, a beast that would devour people without spitting out their bones, yet he doted on her to the point of obsession. "BOSS, the young madam has been taken advantage of." "Oh, acquire that company." "BOSS, the young madam beat up a Hollywood A-list star." "Oh, send over some medicine, her hand must be hurting from the punch." "BOSS, the young madam was confessed to." With a cold laugh, he carried her straight to the Civil Affairs Bureau. Finally, one day, she was cornered in bed and fought back fiercely, "Why are you everywhere? I can't live like this anymore, I want a divorce!" He pinned her down on the bed, "If you want to divorce, fine, the house is yours, the car is yours, the buns are yours, I, too, am yours."

It all began with a poor orphan who would work every day for long hours to pay for his Aunt's medical bills. When his life begins to fall apart and he is homeless sleeping in an alleyway he hears a robotic voice. {Do you wish to integrate with the Dungeon System} "Yes" he answers, without much to lose. And from then his life had never been the same. He was taken into a dungeon each night to hunt and he began to realise just how little he really knew about the world that was much wider than he thought. Discord Server: https://discord.gg/TtnGfdKanr Note: I do not own cover art

Shocking! The famous Lin family in Jinchuan went bankrupt. The public: Who made it happen? Insider: The unworthy descendant, Lin Wanli! *** Shocking! The ruler of Jinchuan, Huo Guixiao, is getting married! The public: Who is the bride? Insider: The domineering and arrogant Lin Wanli! *** Shocking! The identity of the person in charge of Taixi Biology had been revealed. The public: Who is the CEO? Insider: Is it still... Lin Wanli? That loser?! *** In her previous life, Lin Wanli was tricked by her best friend, framed by her scumbag father, and rejected by her grandmother. She couldn't even protect her eight-month-old daughter, who was tossed in the trash by her nanny. After reincarnating, Lin Wanli desperately seized the opportunity to exact revenge. She also won over the man who helped avenge her. It's just... She always thought that man also reincarnated. This was until she realized he could easily read her mind. "Mr. Huo, isn't it a little rude of you to have reincarnated with special skills?" Lin Wanli asked. "When did I ever say I reincarnated?" He asked. "Did I misunderstand you?" "Not exactly. I do have a special skill. For example, I could hear you complaining about the bed being too small last night," he replied.

This is a story of a guy who loses everything, and then gets it back. Same old new world story, just a different kind of story teller. *** They took away our hunter tags. They had us grow our hair. They gave us a new brand, when we were over there. They staged us out of Dragur, East of the Olim Horn. I guess they call us Slaves, but no one calls us much anymore. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. Karn brought Sorrow. Pookie brought Fear. Milk brought the fly boys. They did work in Undia. I worked mostly clandestine. Some Legends I should not say. We played with better wands. I could use the extra pay. Did Mara give the order? Did venom pay the way? They said we were slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. This was before HALO, and Codex was king. Hej atop the rider, he never felt a thing. When our rider caught a spell, and both the mages killed. It pitched us over sideways on some cold Sylph hill. My back felt like it was broken, my legs I could not feel. I kept on slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I never did heal up right from injuries sustained Officially in Torin, unofficially we train. I remember all their faces. They dream about me still. I guess I'm slaying demons, but it's kind of hard to tell. There no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I speak the cold logistic, that old boys speak so well. Veni, Vedi, Vici. I'll see you in Hel. Maybe it's bravado, or an unspeakable guilt. That village, they were demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't wanna to do it anymore. I've done plenty. What is one more? -Corb Lund *** Come guess me this riddle. What beats shire leaves and fiddle? What is hotter than pleasures touch, and whiter than cream? What best wets his whistle? What is clearer than crystal? What is sweeter than honey and stronger than steam? What will make the lame walk? What will make the dumb talk? What is the elixir of life and philosopher's stone? And what helped Pookie-Baba dig up a tunnel, that runs from Shalamanda to West-Torin? When you are digging a crater, It is the best thing in nature, for sinking your sorrows and raising your joys. Sometimes I wonder, if lightning and thunder, is made out of the plunder, of the reddest hiski and oils. *** If you can keep your head when all about you, are losing theirs and blaming it on you. If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, but make allowance for their doubting too. If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, or being hated, don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise. If you can dream, and not make dreams your master. If you can think, and not make thoughts your aim. If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster, and treat those two impostors just the same. If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken, twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, and stoop and build them up with worn-out tools. If you can make one heap of all your winnings, and risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss and lose, and start again at your beginnings, and never breathe a word about your loss. If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew, to serve your turn long after they are gone, and so hold on when there is nothing in you; Except the Will which says to them ‘Hold on!’ If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, nor walk with Kings, nor lose the common touch. If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you. If all men count with you, but none too much. If you can fill the unforgiving minute, with sixty seconds worth of distance, run. Yours is the World and everything that’s in it, and which is more you’ll be a Man, my son. - Rudyard Kipling

Mimpi yang aneh mendatangi Honey di sebuah malam yang dingin. Membuatnya bertemu dengan sesosok mahluk misterius dengan wajah rupawan yang mengaku sebagai seorang vampir. Dia pikir bunga tidur itu akan berlalu begitu dirinya membuka mata. Namun siapa sangka, mahluk itu malah mengikutinya ke alam nyata. Menawarkan pertemanan yang tak biasa di antara mereka. Namun itu baru permulaan. Karena setelah si vampir yang bernama Night itu hadir, banyak hal tak terduga dan tak masuk akal yang mulai terjadi di kehidupan Honey. Membuatnya harus berjuang mati-matian untuk sebuah misi rahasia yang dibawa oleh Night. Misi rahasia seperti apa? Temukan jawabannya di dalam cerita.

College was like a wake-up call for most people. Especially the likes of Christopher Owen, who spent the rest of his high school years messing around and pining for the boy he never had. Having had a frustrating high school year, he decided to dedicate himself to his studies in college.   He flew many miles away from home, changed his looks, and hid his real identity from everyone.  His plans were simple: study hard, pass well, no dating. But then he realized two things: life was anything but easy without the backing of his last name. And... he wasn't sure how long he could last before he jumped his roommate, who was obviously not gay. But lust wasn't love, right? Maybe he could indulge a little? Just a little, I promise. ***** EXCERPT: "THAT ARROGANT, GOOD FOR NOTHING, DEMONIC IDIOT! I HATE HIM SO MUCH!" "O-kay... what is going on?" A friend asked him, watching as he paced around the room he just entered. "After battling for a long time. A LONG TIME!" he breathed heavily before continuing, "I... I confessed to him today." The other sat up, eyes wide. "For real?" "And then... with that stupid look on his face, he just looked at me and said Okay. OKAY!" Gasps. "I didn't even know people said "okay" to love confessions, but he said "okay" to me!" -- Meanwhile, while he was there panicking, the one who had been confessed to remained seated where he was in the room. He had not moved an inch from that position since he got confessed to. But if one looked closely, they would notice how red his face was, up to the tips of his ears. He suddenly chuckled to himself. "That idiot," he muttered, looking at the door the other had taken.

In a rigid aristocratic society where marriages are political and mistresses are open secrets, Alina Ashworth, daughter of a bankrupt merchant is sold to the most powerful and feared man in the kingdom: Austin Moore, Duke of Ravenmoor. Her official title is his bed warmer. This humiliating title means she is his to use, display, and discard. Yet, he never touches her. Every night, she comes to his room, lies on his bed, but he doesn’t even look at her. But in public, he is a different man. At banquets, his hand is always on her waist and he introduces her to others with possessiveness that make men step back and women glare. Furious at being used as a prop, Alina decides that she will not be his silent ornament. If he wants to display possession, she will give him a performance worth watching. Soon, she weaponizes her bed warmer title, turns the humiliation into power and makes him fall for a woman he was never supposed to want.

A princess in a fantasy world, shackled by restrictive rules of the castle, had sought nothing but freedom. She found it in the end. It was death. However, the princess had found herself waking up in a body of Devon Lin. A twenty-five-year-old aspiring author living a double-life struggling to write stories at day and a contracted sleeping buddy at night? Meet Lewis Qin. Fame, looks, wealth, and power. He has it all. However, not known to many, Lewis had a severe sleeping problem. Until he met her… Can the princess finally find the freedom she sought? Or was the contract that binds her with him was just another shackle she must break free? Would he fall asleep? Or fall in love? Watch as these two try to make ends meet, find their place and purpose in this vast world.

He left her on the streets. His brother-in-law picked her up… and made her his wife. On the day her ex, Mark, married the wealthy socialite Bella, Elena was thrown out with nothing but the clothes on her back—humiliated, broken, and utterly alone. Until Eric Thompson appeared. Bella’s older brother. Mark’s powerful brother-in-law. And the most feared Alpha in the city. He offered her a hand when no one else would. Then, he offered her a deal: A marriage in name only. A shield against her past. A chance to rebuild. Elena accepted, expecting a cold arrangement between strangers. But behind closed doors, Eric’s carefully guarded control unraveled—and so did hers. Their chemistry was explosive, their nights intense, and the lines between business and pleasure blurred beyond recognition. He was the one man she could never have… and the only one she couldn’t resist. But when Mark realizes what he truly lost, and Bella discovers the secret behind her brother’s bride, Elena must decide: Is this just a contract? Or is this the love she was always meant to fight for?

[Mature Content R18] "At first I thought something was trying to possess my body, but it seems this body was never mine to begin with". _____________________ After a fatal car accident, Diane wakes up in a body that doesn't seem to be hers regardless of how identical it seems to others. The body often disobeys her orders and she finds her heart cold towards those she once loved. Overtime, a familiar stranger keeps visiting her dreams to sleep with her but the visits soon begin to get too constant which leads her to dig deeper into his identity. After discovering he’s not human, Diane finds herself stuck in the middle of a power struggle between him and his demonic siblings which leads to a war in the long run nearly destroying the human realm. And whenever it looks like peace is a step away — new enemies continue to appear as friends turn foes. Yet, ignoring all the danger signs— Diane is ready to risk it all, just to be with him. But how do you say yes when the whole world is screaming no? _________________ (Trying not to put too many spoilers out here but you won’t be disappointed)^^ (Cover Disclaimer)