Good Night Darling Novels & Stories

You said you wouldn't wait You said you wouldn't cry It's a very late night Oh, it's a very long goodbye Can we stay like this for a little longer Yes, even though this is a dream that will be forgotten Close your eyes I will put you to your last sleep My lullaby Baby sweet goodnight There won't be any scary dream Your long, never-ending days Please just let them go now Should I just hug you silently? The dream is almost ending already But I will let go of my heart And sing you the last song My lullaby Baby sweet good night There won't be any scary dream Your endless long sorrows Please just let them go now...

The world dissolves into light and sensation, shaking through every part of me. When awareness returns, I’m already being settled under the covers. My head sinks into the pillow, body heavy and loose. “Sleep,” Diablo whispers, kissing my forehead. “Good night, my darling.” Obedience comes easily. Warmth wraps around me as sleep takes over. The last thought before drifting off makes my chest ache softly. He called me his darling.

Driiiiiiiiiiiiiiing driiiiiiiiiiing.. My phone was vibrating under my nose. I seriously don't know how and when did i fall asleep! I wonder what time it is.. I didn' get up ,and stayed under my sheets instead. I rubbed my eyes and stretched my arm,trying to find my phone. I've recieved a message from Dylan. 《Good morning to the most gorgeous girl that i've ever known. So how was the night? Did you miss me by yiur side? And.. Thank you for choosing me baby. Words can't describe how much i love you! 》

“Okay, my dear, let me not stress you any longer, have a lovely night” “Goodnight Geena”. Geena ended the call. Sophia sat on the bed and felt stuck in the whole drama. She was to test Dariel but at the same time she found herself feeling something strong towards him. Her phone rang again. It was Dariel this time. Her heart leapt for joy. She coughed in a means to keep her voice low and tired but also to sound romantic. She spoke first. “Hello, hello Dariel”. “Hello Sophia, Good day, sorry I missed your calls”

Just existing. ‘Darling just kiss me slow ….’ “Mm,” I hum, blissed out and useless. “I want to kiss you.” “Huh?” Her smile detonates. I’m done for. Absolutely helpless. Knees? Gone. Brain? Offline. ‘I whispered underneath my breath … but you heard it …. Darling, you look perfect tonight’

The piano had a beautiful name, too;”Darling Sunshine". Daphne couldn't help but stroke the shiny black lid in awe. Resting on top of the lid was a red rose. Suddenly,Daphne remembered that after they had sex last night,Griffin had held her in his arms and whispered in her ear, "You are my darling sunshine.” Her face burned from shyness. It turned out that Griffin was such a romantic! Seeing the happy expression on her face,Miranda beamed at her. "Miss Howard, how about you try it out? I'd love to hear you play."

For our future. The warmth from Phera's kiss still tingles on my cheek as I stand there, watching her recede into the distance until she's but a silhouette. Her parting words, "Goodnight, Damon," resonate within me, echoing like a soft melody that promises a brighter dawn after the longest of nights.

“Forty-seven nights, Kai. And every single one has been worth it. Even the hard ones. Especially the hard ones. Because they led me to you.” Kai smiled, eyes shining. “Forty-seven nights. And I’d do every single one again if it meant ending up right here with you. Goodnight, love. Get some rest.” “Goodnight, baby. Dream of me.” The call ended, but the warmth lingered long after the screen went dark. The distance was still there. The challenges hadn’t vanished. But after forty-seven nights and one perfect weekend that reminded them what they were fighting for both men felt more certain

The remote slipped through my fingers to the floor and I screamed as chills ran through me. Resurrection therapy? That was a first. If it were real it should be causing a public uproar at the moment except it was fake news from a scamming news station. But why was no one calling them out yet? Just then the bedroom’s patio glass slid open and a man’s shadow fell in. Brandon, my fiancé. Dark suits, handsome and tall on the patio. “Brandon?” I called, my legs already moving closer on instinct as surprise and relief clashed in my chest.

The kind of man you read about but never meet. Except I had. Last night. Oh God. My pulse thundered in my ears. What had I done? I tried to think past the blur, past the heat and the music and the taste of champagne. I remembered my friend tugging at my wrist, telling me to loosen up, to live a little. Just one night, Daphne, she’d said. One night to forget about everything. And now here I was, in a stranger’s bed, except he wasn’t just any stranger.