Goodnight Mr Pocket Novels & Stories

He carried on, and an accomplishment followed; the first thing that came to mind soon, when he was in his room, was to lie down. Promptly, when his head touched the pillow, his eyelids became heavier and, without warning, he fell into a deep sleep, where Wonderland was a nightmare, and he could not escape. Ten, fifteen, and twenty minutes passed, and suddenly, a shadow entered Travis’s room. “Boy, you are tenacious! It took you forty minutes for that thing to finally knock you out.” Mrs Park’s voice ominously reverberated across the dimly lit room. Her footsteps echoed as she approached Travis, while a smirk curled across her twisted lips. Mrs Park released a deep sigh as she sat down on the

Goodnight C: G’night superstar There’s nothing good about the night. I yank the blanket over my head. This needs to stop. This back and forth, using me to feel good for a while has to end permanently. A wave of tiredness rolls over me, my eyes droop. Fighting the sleep is hard but I manage. I’ll wait for him so we can talk and put a stop to this. I need to know if he’s in or out. Someone taps my shoulder. I roll over on my side and stretch my arms. Something is off about the couch. No. I’m on the bed. How did I get here?

"I guess not, then. I probably wouldn't find anyone who tolerates me to begin with; today was more than enough proof of that." A delicate yawn slipped past his lips, and the rise and fall of his chest decelerated. "I'm sorry, Mr Blue. I think I'm going to fall asleep. Rae will probably be up to keep you company," a long, drawn out breath glided out from his body, uttering a whisper of a sentence. "I'll see you from the earth, or from the stars; goodnight, Mr Blue." -

Embarrassed, I paused for two seconds before conceding, "Alright, alright. Sleep it is, then." "Goodnight, Mrs. Carter," he murmured, a smile in his voice. "Goodnight, Mr. Carter," I whispered back, leaning into his solid, comforting embrace one last time before he gently guided me toward our bedroom.

-00- The lights in the room were the only lights that were still bright among the other rooms. Apart from that in the room, the lights have been extinguished and replaced with dim lights which only function as lighting at night. Elvis, who was in the brightest room, looked tired. Several times he massaged the bridge of his nose while reading the charts, reports, and whatever his secretary had piled on the table. It seemed like the day was too long to pass up. Feeling giving up with the sleepiness clinging to his eyes, Elvis finally put down the pen he was holding and rushed home. Lazily he tidied up his messy desk with the papers he hadn't finished reading. But who cares about those papers?

After making sure that the sleeping pills had dissolved in the drinks to be given to the dungeon guards, Taylor approached them with a face that showed no guilt whatsoever. The guards accepted the drinks and said thank you, not realizing that it was a trap. Soon, one by one, the guards began to fall asleep with heavy breathing and limp bodies. Taylor took the opportunity to go down to the dungeon. There, she finds Jonathan locked up in a dark, damp cell.

"FUCK MY LIFE" Are you wondering why I am using such a word now? Well, excuse me, but if you have your landlord banging hard at your door in the middle of the night asking for his house rent, then yes! fuck my life. My name is--- cut that crap. Oh no! I don't mean my name is ' cut that crap'; I just wanted to sound badass. "I know you're in there Adeline, come out now and give me my money!" He yelled, and I squinted my eyes. If you wonder what sort of landlord would knock at his tenant's door in the middle of the night asking for his money, then it's Mr. Wendy! I came out from under the bed that I had squeezed myself in and waited to hear something, but I couldn't. I silently hoped that he h

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Now, everyone looked like they had peed in their pants… except for Kirk. He was used to this man. That was why Kirk never made mistakes… maybe he did, but just a few. The room temperature felt like it dropped to near-zero degrees. But all of a sudden, Mr. Wright’s phone buzzed. It wasn’t like their CEO to turn on his notifications. Nor was it like him to spare his phone a glance, but he did. From a scary-looking lion, the man transformed into a gentle soul. He opened his phone and typed in a reply, a faint smile formed on his lips.

Parker is a special commando guy, a man who is a master of sneaking into forbidden, dangerous places without being detected. He kisses my neck, hands roaming for a moment before he realizes I’m naked beneath my blanket. I had masturbated with Mr. Pink before I drifted to sleep.