Goodnight America Book Novels & Stories

"Have a good night little one." "Good night, dream of me hearty." I hop off the car with a smile. " I sure will." He replies and i watch him walk away before making my way into the house. My smile slips when i get to the door, dreading what's in there waiting for me. (Sorry it's late. Got so much deadlines on ground ,with a feeling that am going crazy,okay am not really going crazy am just a little tired and grumpy.okay maybe a lot.please like,comment and follow.Love yal.ADIOS.){shit.... Sorry, i had mixed up Jordan's name with a character 'Kayden.' from another book. guess this shits happen when you are almost at your deadline and writting like crazy. And again very sorry.}

He whispered a 'Good night'. . . A. Gupta Dear readers, do leave a comment and rating on the book profile for other readers to find my books. Thankyou.

Because that's what life is. No guarantees. No script. No spoilers. You simply keep moving forward and sometimes... the most beautiful stories begin on days that seem perfectly ordinary. Little did Maeve know that in just a few days, someone would turn her peaceful life upside down. A man who would make her heart race. And one night... that would change everything. One night. One wrong decision. And one bed... That wasn't actually hers but for now... she had absolutely no idea and at the very moment, the only thing on her mind was figuring out how to open the last box without breaking one of her nails.

I sit up as she comes inside. "I am going shopping for Christmas tomorrow you want to tag along?" She asks me. "Yes, I would love to come." she gives me a nod and wishes night. My first night here in America. It was not bad. As I am alone in my room, it has finally sunk in that I am here. I am finally here in America. I take the pillow and squeal loudly into it. Ella barks outside my door. Oops. I switch off the lights, lie down and, hug my pillow and start laughing.

Emma gave her a hug and when she released herself, she said, “I am serious. Don’t be late outside, okay?” Amber used the finger sign and nodded her head with a smile. “Goodnight Emma.” “Goodnight. See you in school tomorrow.” She winked at her and waved before running ahead. When she had gone out of sight, Amber looked up at the sky and realized that it would soon get dark but there was still some time left before that and she moved her eyes to look inside the book shop. She would have gone home like Emma said but there was something about the shop that caught her interest. It looked old and unique, compared to the rest of the shops she had seen and she had the urge to check what was inside.

And even when they hadn’t… I no longer let them land. I had too much peace in me now. There wasn’t room for shame anymore. Back at the house, I carried the books Darren had ordered for the nursery upstairs and placed them on the newly assembled shelf. They were all hardcovers with soft pastel covers and gold-stamped lettering: Goodnight Moon, The Velveteen Rabbit, Where the Wild Things Are, Dream Big, Little One, I Am Enough. I traced the spine of each book with my fingertip, whispering the titles softly.

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Bill reads his favorite book—Goodnight, Goodnight, Construction Site—using the silly voices that make Collin giggle uncontrollably. As the story ends and Collin’s eyes grow heavy, I feel a wave of gratitude wash over me. This is what it’s all about. Not the headlines, the campaigns, or the board meetings. Just this—our little family, together. When Collin finally drifts off, his tiny hand clutching Bill’s sleeve, we carefully sneak out of the room. In our bedroom, I sit on the edge of the bed, running a hand over my growing bump. The quiet feels different tonight, heavier somehow, but not in a bad way. Bill joins me, his hand replacing mine on my belly.

So he took advantage of being home on sick leave and spent whole days on his laptop, searching the Internet across the globe for the most reliable sources possible. Maria, after long conversations with her husband and Miguel, let herself be persuaded and promised that she would find some way to contact Nadir, but the search was more difficult than she thought. Firstly, Maria didn't know exactly what to look for, and secondly, where, after all, she didn't know anyone interested in something like black magic and summoning demons. But one night the answer came to her by itself, in a dream in which Maria saw quite clearly the book she was looking for and a spell that would help her contact the c

"Come to bed. We have two days." I looked at him. "Damien," I said. "Noah," he said. "Come to bed." I saved the file. Closed the laptop. Went to bed. And lay in the dark beside him and thought about Jonathan Cole and forty million dollars and a clause on page nineteen and how one thing led to another led to another until you were lying in a blind billionaire's bed at midnight because you had read a contract nobody asked you to read. Strange. Completely strange. I would not change a single part of it .