Novel & Cerita Diaper Stories Wattpad

I appreciate you guys🥺 To be honest, I really had no idea that I'd reach this far. But I'm glad I could write more for you all. And yes, there's a book two! The Story of Alex and Wilbert! The Drunk and the Hunk! Again, thank you so much! sugarmaui-

I then resolved to shoot for the sky even when I have no competition to motivate me. "What are you writing?", I asked, trying to feel less awkward. "I'm writing a story on Wattpad, "The Battle of Wits: War Against Bullies". Would you like to read it and tell me what you think?, It isn't much. Just an author note and the prologue, which I'm writing that I want to publish tonight". "The title sounds cool. I would have asked for the synopsis if not that I don't like spoilers or anything that looks like it. I'm on Wattpad, so I'll read it and drop my review for you in your DM"

No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in reviews and such. Hi! Thank you for reading my work. It's still in progress but if you're reading this, I'm really grateful and I appreciate your time. The story's idea was first made by the 12 year-old me (which was about 8 years ago). Too many things happened and because of our family transferring from one place to another, the papers on which I had written the story into, were misplaced and gone. I had them handwritten before. Luckily, I somehow got bored one day and remembered about this, so I decided to download Wattpad again and recover

Then he lifts me out, dries me with the fluffiest towel I have ever felt, and carries me to the nursery. He dresses me in the softest pastel footie pajamas—unicorns and stars—zips me up, then sits in the rocking chair with me in his lap. Reads me a bedtime story from a picture book about a lost kitten finding home. His deep voice rumbles through me, lulling me until my eyes are heavy. But I am not ready to sleep yet. I shift in his lap, feeling him harden under me. “Daddy,” I whisper, nuzzling his neck. “I want you again.”

It’s easy to guess who was who. “Jade you are still bleeding!” I pointed and went to take the kit. Taking off his shirt I saw a few more bruises but nothing else. Good. I quickly packed his wound. “What about me, little one?” the big child behind me pouted. “Don’t my cut get a treatment?” “Yeah, I can pour some salt on it, so it won’t get infected,” I replied with a sweet smile and he returned it. “When you were going to tell us about him?” Jade demanded.

She felt a pang of worry in heart, married for two years without a child has been her problem, She loves babies but they couldn't make them, she only thought the problem was from her. And because of that, they visited many hospital in state but they kept hearing the same result and story. The problem is not from any of them, they just need to wait for the time. The right time is what they are waiting for. She pulled fawaz into a hug forgetting about his mother standing behind them . "Erm. I am standing here"Khadija reminded . "Sorry, come in". They went straight to the kitchen where she placed fawaz on top and passed him a plate of cake. "You are actually spoiling this boy "Khadija accused.

She tried to close it and thought of just sleeping, but her little friends stopped her. "Why are you closing it? You don't want to read it anymore?" Eddy asked with a confused look. "I still like to hear more about your mother and father, Erella," Tubby said. Suzy and Flynn also agreed with Tubby. They were looking at her with puppy eyes. Erella took a deep breath and gave in to her little friends' request. So she continued to read and once again, she became excited when she read the next page of her father's diary. It was about the crown prince who tried countless times to snatch her mother from her father.

Chapter 1 The bookstore smelled like fresh coffee and old paper, the way it always did on event nights. Elena Reyes stood at the front of the packed reading room, microphone in hand, watching twenty kids and their parents lean forward as she finished the last chapter of the bedtime story. Laughter rippled through the crowd. A little girl in the front row clapped so hard her pigtails bounced. Then her phone buzzed on the podium. Once. Twice. Three times. She ignored it until the applause died down. Only then did she glance at the screen.

It read: “Good morning, Maya. I hope you had a nice sleep? I believe you did. You were sleeping so soundly, and I couldn’t bear to wake you up. Well, as it's obvious, I'm already awake and moving. Mom asked me to bring this bundle to you after I had freshened up. There is a toothbrush and toothpaste. I know you will find them out near the pile. The clothes, well, the big sweater is from my dad. Since, I don't wear a bra yet, and mom’s might not be your fit, We decided to get you something quite big to hide your breasts. Also the pants belong to mum. We think that would be your fit. We are hoping here though. There are no underwear, well I think you will know the reason. But don’t worry! You

MR.PAULS DEATH “Papa” Victoria hugged Keith. “Yes darling. Looks like you were waiting for your snacks” Victoria giggled as she tried to reach out the paper bag in her father's hand “Where’s your mother and Olivia.” Inquired Keith. “I’ll tell you on one condition.” Bubbled the little girl. “What condition” “You’ll have to show me what you’ve bought for me” “Sure! It's all yours my love” Keith handed Victoria’s favorite biscuits in her hand and walked to his bedroom. He saw Martina sitting on the bed and she was playing with Olivia.