Goodnight America Book Novels & Stories

The book, entitled Olive and The Wishing Star by Jennifer Decker, is indeed very good and suitable for children. Having just read a few pages, Emily was already fast asleep. I kissed his forehead. Covered neatly. Turn off the main light so that only the night light is on, then leave it alone. Night's getting late. The time is already 12:04 PM. I still can't sleep. I took the cell phone which was on the table near the bed. Swipe the screen. It had Stephanie's name on it. No! I can't bother him. Maybe he was having fun with his friends.

ANDY’S POV I barely slept a wink last night and I seriously hate the fact I couldn’t because I tried so much to just close my eyes but my own words kept hunting me. Maybe I was too harsh on Angela last night and I realized that like few hours into the night. I run my hand through my hair as I swing my feet off the bed and walk into the living room. I did not have dinner yesterday because of what happened and I was feeling so hungry right now. I step into the kitchen to fix something for myself, and settle for some leftover pizza, literally wolfing it down in seconds

Bella asked her to save it, which she did without denying. Amalia freshen up and slept early because she was tired, she didn't sleep in her room, Mrs. Bella asked her to join her on her bed, they slept together, it was the best night she's ever had since her dad passed away...though she has been sleeping peacefully, she always had nightmares sometimes but tonight was different...Mrs. Bella woke up as early as she could, she wants to prepare her breakfast and bid her goodbye as she leaves for work, Amalia prepares herself for work and eats her food before leaving for work...Mrs. Bella didn't forget to give her a good luck kiss and a perfect hug...She stood at the door and watch her walk still

"No..." I was awakened by soft whimpers coming from somewhere nearby. Slowly, I opened my eyes and was greeted by the darkness of the room, lit only by a small lampshade. I wasn’t used to sleeping in such darkness. I got up, slipped on my slippers, and stepped out of the room, curious about where the whimpering was coming from—it sounded like someone was in distress. I was about to go downstairs when I noticed Ravi’s door wasn’t fully closed. I walked toward it slowly, intending to shut it, when I heard something from inside.

Justin remained staring out at the blackened sky from the window. He hadn't spoken to me for some time seemingly content to stand in silence. Emma left for her shift a while ago to prepare breakfast for the morning meal. She wouldn't be back for some time. The stars flickered through the curtains dotting the ceiling in starlight. The snow capped mountains beyond stood proud and ominously against the star flecked sky. “Goodnight Val.” Justin eventually murmured heading for the door.

Thankfully, age was just a number if the thing between his legs was enough to keep me screaming all night. I sighed, this was a terrible mistake,"I knew I made a terrible mistake the moment I let myself get carried away by—" "—A man you find nerdy. Didn't they ever teach you not to judge a book by it's cover?" He whispered calmly. Okay, I've had enough of this cool guy shit. Was this even the man who had me wet in one minute with just words? "Well I guess we both are guilty of judging!" I snapped my gaze to his. He sighed, rubbing the nape of his neck. "Don't get me wrong, I didn't mean it that way."

Half truths kept piling up around me. Morning light came through the window. I woke up slowly and reached for Liam. He was still asleep beside me. I smiled a little at his peaceful face. But something felt wrong. The apartment was too quiet. I remembered the children were supposed to be in a safe location nearby. Elena had arranged it. I checked my phone for updates from the safe house contact. No messages. Strange.

Flora rolled her eyes every five seconds. Their father occasionally chuckled while pretending to stay serious. After dinner, everyone slowly drifted off to their rooms. “Goodnight,” Flora said sleepily. Curt gave Amelia a quick hug. “Make us proud.” Amelia smiled. “I will.” Soon the house became quiet. Amelia sat alone on her bed for a while. The room was dim, lit only by the soft glow of a lamp. Her thoughts slowly drifted. Tomorrow she would leave. Leave the country. Leave everything familiar behind.

It's only once our breaths go shallow and I worried that I didn't have enough air left in my lungs that we slowly pull apart, the soft, wet, smacking sound breaking the lull of waves. His eyelids gently flutter open. I struggled to catch my breath while he watched me closely, his expression guarded. "Have a good night, cara..." *** There's a lightness in my chest that persisted well into the night, and remained intact when the sun filtering through blinds woke me up the next morning. The memories of my dreams felt warm and buttery soft, and I woke up to a message that simply read, Last night was amazing. Let's do it again! This time let's play handies instead of footsies.

I ruffle his hair, kissing his forehead. The girls slip into Amanda’s room, whispering good night as I walk into my own. After my nightly shower, I settle in bed and pick up my book, hoping to wait until the men arrive. But I must have slept off sometime in the night, as I wake up in the middle of the night to their hot bodies pressing on me from all angles.