Goodnight Mr Pocket Novels & Stories

I let out a nervous laugh when they all turned their gazes at me. "Well that wasn't awkward, was it?", I busied myself by pouring coffee into a to-go mug then grabbed some fruit for the road. "Did John sleep here, the all night?", Evie asked, her voice sounded shocked and confused. Turning to look back at the girls, l shrugged my shoulders. "Yep, all night", l said it so nonchalantly that even me l made myself sound like it wasn't a big deal but by the looks on their faces - it was.

Wasn't it Kate's keychain? He looked at the keychain and put it back in his pocket, then closed his eyes. It seemed like he couldn't handle the drowsiness anymore. I smirked. I didn't know how he ended up with that thing, but now I would find out the reason. I waited for him to fall asleep, and after a few minutes, his body and mind gave in to sleep. It was obvious that he hadn't had proper sleep in weeks. I immediately entered his dream and saw a dark place, so dark with no hint of light around.

Logan drove absentmindedly, having no destination in mind. Suddenly, his phone pinged with an incoming email. He parked the car on the side of the road and checked the inbox. There was indeed an email. It was from an anonymous sender, with no subject line. Logan frowned and clicked on the attached file. As soon as the file was opened, he heard soft music playing, which was very soothing. But the next moment, he widened his eyes. The file was an electronic birthday card, with cute cartoonish designs. But the message on the card was anything but cute; it was a row of cartoon poop, with steam coming off the piles.

Gavin and I had been married for almost a year, but he always treated me rudely. I looked at the door, still closed as before. Maybe tonight Gavin would come home late as usual. The water on my face turned sad at the thought of the fact that tonight would pass in vain. Okay, I'm okay. Everything will be fine. Even tonight will probably be the same as the previous night; you don't have to be sad. I tried to strengthen myself. Fifteen minutes passed; I turned off the light and decided to sleep on the bed after the room lights were turned off. The 7X9 room was completely dark, apart from a little light source from the window vent.

At that moment, a bolt of lightning split the sky outside. The rain, driven by the wind, leaked through the window cracks. Casper seemed to grab onto it like a lifeline. He stood and patted my shoulder. "The rain's too heavy today. Sending a message might get interrupted. I'll wait until it clears tomorrow." I nodded quickly. "Right! Bad weather messes with signals!" I went to the window, but didn't close it all the way. I was afraid that the moment I turned away, the rain would stop and he'd send the message. But I still fell asleep in the early hours. When I woke, sunlight was streaming through the window.

Ryan's smile turned cold and considering, and for a long, agonizing moment, I thought he might actually accept the terms. Then, footsteps echoed sharply from the corridor behind us, and Ryan's eyes flickered past our shoulders toward the doorway, something shifting dangerously in his expression. "Perfect timing," he said softly. "It seems we have one more guest joining us." I turned, following his gaze, and my blood ran cold at the figure stepping through the doorway. It was Marcus and he was free, composed, and holding a gun.

Even if it was only for one night. Even if tomorrow we had to walk straight into the fire. I drifted off with his heartbeat in my ear and his hand possessively on my hip, wondering how much worse things could possibly get. The answer came in the form of a single text that lit up my phone on the nightstand just as I was falling asleep. Unknown: Sweet dreams, Mrs. Carter. See you tomorrow night. Don’t be late.

It was beginning to rain outside, I wish I could wash all the stains life has kept on me away. I scooted close to him and placed my head on his chest and my hand around his abdomen. He tensed for a while but later turned me around spooning me. After some time, I heard his even breath on my neck. I concentrated on the warmth I felt and before I could realize I drifted off into slumber too. “wake up, Sleepyhead!”. Someone was replacing my Alarm clock today. I don't remember the last time I slept so peacefully. Elektra was hovering over me with her hands crossed on her chest.

Tired of waiting for him to fall asleep with his head drooping against the back of the bench. "Excuse me, Miss..." Suddenly she felt someone tap her shoulder, she opened her eyes slowly and found a nurse standing in front of him. "Yes, sorry I fell asleep," she said, straightening her back, her eyes glanced at the digital clock on James's cell phone which was charging, and was surprised to find that she had been asleep for quite a while. "We will move Mr. Miller to the ward, you can accompany him there, "said the nurse in a friendly manner. Becky rushed to her feet, her drowsiness gone instantly.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ It was late, and the mansion was enveloped in peaceful silence. Poppy was sound asleep beside me, her head resting on one of my arms while she held me close. Her gentle breathing created a soothing rhythm that calmed me. Carefully, I slipped out of bed, making sure not to wake her. Mr. Herald had asked to speak with me privately, and I didn’t want to keep him waiting. Still dressed in my sleepwear, I made my way down the dimly lit hallways. Eventually, I arrived at the mini bar—a cozy, elegant space with a warm ambiance. I spotted Mr. Herald there, seated on a barstool with a glass of whiskey in his hand.