Goodnight Mr Pocket Novels & Stories

he said, "what about me?" Mr. Hill, returning to the present, chuckled. "Ah, Jonathan," he said, his eyes twinkling. "You my friend, are on a mission of utmost importance. Go to a boutique nearby, find the most beautiful dress you can imagine, and deliver it to my penthouse to the most beautiful girl in the world.” He then asked for a pen and an empty sticker note. When he was given, he scribbled down some words on the empty note and gave Jonathan, “Do not open this note under any circumstances, just get the dress, and deliver it to my penthouse. You got that?”

But I see the text messages… Mr. None Of Your Busine$$: {Good morning.} {Got a few minutes to spare or is this a bad time?} Exhausted, I exhale deeply, thrust my head to the back, and roll my eyes shut, in no mood to patch anybody up. I need patching up, too. And it’s so late at night. Good morning? It’s almost midnight, Mr. Billionaire. I quickly check the world clock on my phone. It’s the following day in London—04:36 a.m.

Night, you'll get your coat back tomorrow. Cole, 8.29pm: Are you going to sleep this early? Me, 8.29pm: No, but I'm not going to talk to you all night, am I? Cole, 8.30pm: I don't mind;) I roll my eyes. Me, 8.30pm: Good night, Mr. Cole, 8.30pm: Sweet dreams princess.

Carol didn't remember the drive home. One moment she was saying goodbye to Kate at the door—Mr. Rich still notably absent, still in the kitchen where he'd retreated after dinner—and the next she was pulling into her apartment complex, her body moving on autopilot while her mind stayed trapped in that dining room.

He just stared straight ahead, one hand resting loosely on the steering wheel. “Thank you, sir,” I said, trying to sound calm. He nodded once. “Get some rest.” I opened the door, stepping out carefully. He didn’t wait. The car rolled away almost immediately, disappearing down the road like he couldn’t risk a second glance. Still, I found myself smiling, small, foolish, tired. “Thank you, sir,” I whispered again to the night air. By the time I got home, exhaustion hit me all at once. I dropped my bag and kicked off my shoes. My mother’s voice came from the sitting room before I could even catch my breath.

He slides a small note across my table and I let out a slight grunt. “Alright, I’ll give you a call once it’s ready. You may leave" I state pulling out a cigarette and my lighter. This better be worth it. I run a hand through my head as the frustration slowly seeps in. I take a long drag and swallow, letting the burn settle through my chest. "George, get me some coke...Be fast about it"

The ache in my chest slowly faded by the time Bella had finished my last nail and blew gently with her mouth to help it dry. At exactly ten, I carried her up to her bedroom, tucking her beneath the soft pink blanket, covered in tiny embroidered stars. She reached for the small stuffed rabbit she’d had since she was two, worn thin at the ears from years of being dragged everywhere, and pulled it close against her chest. “Goodnight, mommy.” “Goodnight, my love.” I pressed a kiss to her forehead, lingering there a moment longer than usual. “Sleep well.” “I will.” Her eyes were already fluttering closed, sleep tugging at her fast now that the excitement of the evening had worn off. “Love you to

He is treating me so well and I am forever indebted. I didn't know such good people actually existed. A few minutes later, Enzo comes back holding a glass of water, he hands it over to me, and then he proceeds to get something from his pocket. Sleeping pills. "Don't get used to this shit and don't ask any question." I smile when he gives me a single pill and I bring it into my mouth, swallowing it with gulps of water. I really hate pills. "I won't ask whose." I give him the glass and he places it on the nightstand.

How can the third wheel eventually own the man? "Arianna please forgive Mom, please forgive my mother" Richard mumbled as a lone tear fell off his eyes.

"You don't have to be upset about it Liam.." "I'm not so mad about it because I know how to come to you whenever I miss you or when I can't fall asleep..." Amelia stood on her toes and planted a quick kiss on his lips.. "By being a thief? when are you going to grow up Mr Arrogant?" "Wow.. I can't believe I still go by that name" Amelia heard the sound of the car's door closing taking it as her cue to leave.. "So this is goodnight?" "Yeah I guess so.. it was a wonderful time with everyone today and especially you.."