Goodnight America Book Novels & Stories

In recent years, more and more people start playing mobile games. According to NEWZOO’s report called “Global games market report of 2020”, mobile games accounted a huge part of global game markets creating 77.2 billion dollars of game revenue. And if we look at the global game market, the population of players from the Asian-Pacific region will reach to 1.4 billion at the end of 2020, which accounted for more than half of the global players. Among them, East Asia, especially China, played a key role.

With a flashlight in hand, Hazel illuminated the pages of a pop-up book, revealing hidden worlds and surprising secrets. As the day drew to a close, Hazel and Theo snuggled under a fluffy quilt, their eyelids growing heavy. The room was bathed in the soft glow of a nightlight, casting gentle shadows on the walls. Hazel's voice became a soothing lullaby, her words a tender embrace, as she whispered tales of dreams and wishes. Theo's breathing slowed, his body surrendering to the embrace of sleep. With a final kiss on his forehead, Hazel whispered, "Goodnight, my little dreamer. May your dreams be filled with wonder and joy."

I may not have been able to fully accept what was happening to me but somehow this voice gave me comfort. Leah let out a deep sigh, “I never knew, I guess it makes sense that you would not know what we are. I’m sorry that I put all of this on you so quickly. Maybe you should get some sleep, you have school tomorrow.” Though my mind was racing and I knew sleep wouldn’t come easy, I also know Leah is right. We could continue talking tomorrow and I had to be up for school in under 5 hours. “Alright Leah, good night.”

“Not tonight.” I left the leather volume on the worktable and practically fled to my bedroom. The sheets were cool when I crawled beneath them, still wearing my oversized sweater and lounge shorts. I pulled the covers up to my chin, closed my eyes, and willed myself to sleep. I’ll read more in the morning, I told myself. When the strange feeling is gone. When Stan’s angry words aren’t still ringing in my ears. Sleep came faster than expected, pulling me under like warm, scented oil.

“Twenty nights,” Kai Lennox murmured against Damien’s lips as they stumbled out of the elevator and into the penthouse at 11:49 p.m. The words felt heavy, almost sacred. Twenty nights of the same addictive rhythm, and yet tonight it felt different deeper, more settled, like the pattern had finally locked into place and refused to be broken.

Bedtime. Usually, this was Aurora's domain. It was her sacred hour, the time when the CEO vanished and the "Maman" took over. She would read Goodnight Moon or The Little Prince, her voice a soft, rhythmic lullaby that chased away the dragons. But tonight, Liam stood in the doorway. He was wearing a simple gray t-shirt and sweatpants, his feet bare on the plush carpet. He held a book in his hand. Not a picture book. A chapter book.

* Ally’s POV I drifted off to sleep completely content and blissfully unaware of whatever was going on with Collier really. I didn’t know where this left he and I honestly but something had shifted and I felt like maybe he did really want me. Life is hard enough without fighting something that feels so perfect. * Collier’s POV

As a result, John became the owner of a wonderful smartphone, with many functions and a built-in powerful translator. - John, let's go to the bookstore. I want to see if my book has been published or not. - No problem. Ha, I'll buy one at the same time. I will be the first and only buyer of this crap. John says cheerfully, briskly climbing the slippery marble stairs. Conrod smiled silently. They approached the transparent window of the bookstore, the abundance of various covers immediately dazzled their eyes, some books immediately caught the eye, standing out for their high-quality design and beautiful cover design. On one of the shelves was a book written by Conrod. Going inside the store,

America forced a smile on her face. "Of course, we must let you have your beauty sleep. Come on alpha, walk with me." He gestured for me to follow. "Me? What? You mean me?" "Yes alpha… Aren't you going home tonight?... Perhaps you're sleeping over?" He raised a brow. "He's not." America responded sharply. "Thank you guys for coming over to console me. Goodnight alpha." "What are you doing?" I whispered to her as she pushed me out of her house.

//Chandra Margaret// I immediately put all the snack that I prepared for the boys. My hands are shaking a bit as I go to the living room. There is three boys in total. I dare not to look in their faces. "H-here is the food." I clear my throat. Even my voice is shaking. The boy in the single sofa look at me. He's reading a book in his hand. I know that book! It's Our dawn is hotter than day. A book about two people who keep their night busy while sleeping in the daylight.