Funny Weird Pajamas Novels & Stories

When I was eighteen, my brothers, the bosses of our mafia family, brought home an adopted sister. And so, naive as I was, I became the biggest nuisance in the family. When Vivian's dress was torn, they blamed me. When Vivian was frightened by the gang violence, they still blamed me. Later, our turf was attacked, and Vivian was kidnapped by our rivals. My brothers, who used to adore me, looked at me with desperate, tearful eyes and broke down. "Piper, we are begging you. Please take Vivian's place, okay?" I quietly looked up at them and softly said, "Okay." So, on that stormy night, I walked alone into the enemy camp and took the place of their beloved princess. As for me, I was thro

He paused, shirt half tugged down, and typed with a kind of indignation that came easier with Max than anyone else. _JPEG_ : i have never once left the house in pajamas MegaMax_31: you sent me a pic of your feet with cartoon ducks on them Jamie glanced down at his feet. He was, in fact, wearing the duck socks. He pretended this wasn’t relevant. _JPEG_ : socks aren’t pajamas _JPEG_ : learn definitions Jamie brushed his teeth with one hand, phone in the other, foam building at the corner of his mouth. MegaMax_31: can’t argue with that

"Fuck I want to see this. You wearing pajamas." "I'm glad you are finding it funny." "I think it is going to be fucking hilarious." "Wait, you might just think it is hot." "There is no way that pajamas are hot." "We'll see about that." I am shocked; he is cracking jokes, he is actually laughing and smiling. "Where to now cause I am hungry now?" "Quick stop at the bookstore." "Fuck don't tell me you are going to read too?" "Yes, I am going to read."

I called and he was in the room in seconds. "What happened?" He asked and I held up the red onesie. "Hand-stitched Christmas present from Hannah. I wouldn't recommend it. It's itchy." "You actually tried it on?" I laughed, trying to imagine him in it. He shrugged. "I'm a good brother, what can I say," he moved over to the dresser and began looking through the drawers as well. "These pajamas I got from Prague," he held out a grey set of PJs. "They made with Egyptian cotton and if I did sleep I know it would be the best sleep of my life." He held the set out to me and I took them.

Maybe Alex would leave before Jason even— “Hey, have you seen my phone? I..." Jason’s voice came from upstairs and he was wearing— Oh My God. He was wearing my lavender pajama set. The one with the little white stars and soft cotton pants that cinch at the ankle. Technically unisex… but very clearly mine. Way too tight in the shoulders, and the pants were riding up his calves like they were fighting for their life. The pajama shirt was clinging to him like it owed him money. The pants looked like they were one wrong move away from surrender.

No suffocating tension at the table. The maids were relieved too even though they didn’t say it. I felt their loosened grip. They didn’t bother squeezing me into ridiculous dresses for empty meals. I sat at the table in pajamas. Pajamas. I drank orange juice in an oversized hoodie like a normal human being and nobody scolded me. It was… heaven.

“Oh, and he asked me to have you put these on.” I took the item, which wound up being a brand new pajama set. The fabric was printed with tiny dinosaurs and palm trees. “What the…” I glanced up at the Beta, but he was already gone. Curiosity piqued, I put on the pajamas and made my way downstairs. The smell of popcorn hit my nostrils before I even made it to the landing. I bit my cheek and knocked twice on the living room door, then poked my head inside.

"By the way, Kianna, your friends are here. They asked if it's okay to stay here for tonight. You should also stay here, Scott. They're your friends too, right?" "Kianna! Scott!" Patrish called them with enthusiasm. She is wearing a paired panda pajama. Behind her is Hera, who has a tiger pajama. "Eh? Patrish... Hera?" Kianna was surprised that they were wearing pajamas that were suitable for kids. She giggled soon after they saw Kyler, Exequiel, and Warren, who were also wearing pajamas like that. "Yoohoo!" Exequiel called their attention as he raised two pairs of pajamas like theirs. "What the hell are they wearing?" Scott sighs.

I feel everyone’s eyes on me, and my cheeks start to burn. “I, uh… didn’t bring matching pajamas,” I mumble, shifting uncomfortably. “I didn’t know it was, like, a requirement.” Presley’s smile widens, and there’s a flicker of something triumphant in her gaze. “Oh, don’t worry,” she says, feigning innocence. “We didn’t expect you to know. But Sadie, Tamrin, and I decided to coordinate tonight. See?” She stands up, showing off her silky, matching pajama set—a soft pink fabric with little stars printed all over it. She does a twirl to show off the pajamas. I look at the others and they look like a perfectly planned trio, a little sleepover squad, while I’m here in my jeans and hoodie, stickin

Jasper What in the fuckkkkk was going on around here?? Vivian stood there smiling at me ear to ear. “Vivian. What the hell are you doing?” I asked her. Her face immediately fell. “I .. you said .. to try on the outfit.” She stuttered. “The pajamas. This is .. not pajamas”. I said. She was wearing some slinky beige lingerie and a silk robe.. I was expecting fuzzy pants and a l sweatshirt. It’s fucking freezing out.