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Scarlett, “???” “Last night, she tucked me into bed, and I cuddled with her too,” Liam happily shared. “Really? Did she tell you a story at night too?” Charlotte asked. Liam frowned. He sighed and said, “Oh, I forgot about that. My Beauty and I will choose a book later for our bedtime story. It must be really nice.” Scarlett, “...” “It is! My mommy and I also drink milk and eat cookies before going to bed too,” Charlotte narrated.

I hold on to him, matching him thrust for thrust as he rams his dick into me, sending me into endless throes of passion and orgasm all through the night. I wake up at night, tangled under his arms and feeling sore but satisfied. I gently move up from the bed and get dressed. I shouldn't be here when he wakes up. There isn't any need to make our departure awkward. We've had the best night and should move on. Well, he should move on while I decide on what next I want to do before death comes knocking. I am at the store a few hours later, having decided to stuff my face with junks and binge-watch shows I have missed.

A beautiful story, full of mysticism and feelings not forgotten. My eyes began to close themselves, I looked at the clock, and it was already 12 in midnight. “I’ll polish it up tomorrow,” I said to myself out loud. I got up, went over to the bed, and fell into a deep sleep. The daylight woke me up. I let out a long yawn, I was still very tired, and I still had to put some finishing touches on the story, so I decided to take a shower.

His hand rested over my womb like both a promise and a claim. It should have terrified me. Instead, as his steady heartbeat thrummed against my back and his warm breath brushed over my nape, I found myself hoping — dangerously, foolishly, desperately hoping — that this terrifying new future might somehow be real. Baldwin pressed a soft kiss to my shoulder and tightened his hold around me. “Sleep, my perfect mate,” he murmured, voice low and full of quiet promise. As sleep began to pull me under again, cocooned in his warmth and strength, I allowed myself one final, reckless thought:

In my hazy sleep-drunk state, I wonder if I should open my eyes or pretend I’m still asleep. Maggie shifts against me, wiggling one of her legs between mine. My muscles ache and protest, bringing memories of the night before. The biting. The licking. The coming. The love.

Her legs wobbled as he played with her thighs, leaving her a feeling of anticipation. ‘This is wrong, you’re getting married tomorrow’ A part of her queried. ‘Screw the wedding’ She wasn’t in love with the person she would be getting married to, it didn’t matter if she allowed a stranger to touch her tonight. After all, it wasn’t after the wedding, it was before the wedding. “Stop.” She managed to say after a while. The word was barely a whisper. He did stop, but his piercing gaze didn’t leave her face. His eyes displayed curiosity.

He just hoped that this was the start of something new, not the end of a potential good relationship… THE END AUTHOR'S NOTE. Hello lovelies. I trust you guys are doing great. So, I decided to finally start this project after putting it off for a year now. This is like a collection of my readers' suggestions and stories. You tell me what you want as the next story, and I write the prompt of the lucky person. So far, I have 20 prompts from my readers from platforms, 19 when you exclude the already uploaded one. Updates for this series will be twice or thrice a week, with a full upload of a story, not chapter-by-chapter updates, depending on my school schedules.

his nanny said strictly. Zoriana’s schedule was packed with things she needed to finish, but seeing Luke’s face fall in disappointment made her heart ache. “We can play for a little while,” she said. Luke beamed with joy. He led her to his room and showed her his entire collection of dinosaurs and robots. They finished a Spider-Man puzzle together before Luke climbed onto his bed and handed her a book of fairy tales. Zoriana began to read him Cinderella. “...And the Prince fell in love with her, and they got married,” she finished.

I couldn't help but wonder what was keeping him out so late. Discreetly, I glanced at my wristwatch and noticed it was already 7:47 PM. I let out a sigh, longing for the presence of my beloved partner... After the dinner, I took them to their bedroom, tucked them in, and kissed them goodnight. I told them a story I couldn't finish because Blake was always here to help me when I got stuck making up my storyline, I sang to them instead. I saw them fall asleep, their faces peaceful and calm, and felt a pang of longing.

he said. "I love you too, baby,"I replied. "Sweet dreams." I kissed his forehead and turned to leave, but he grabbed my hand. "Don't go yet, Mommy,"he said. "I'll be right here," I promised. "I'm just going to get your book." I returned with his favorite fairy tale book and sat down on the edge of his bed. As I read to him, his eyelids grew heavy. When I finished the story, he was fast asleep.