Goodnight Mr Pocket Novels & Stories

"Goodnight, father, mom. Good night süssser.” Mr. George and Mrs. Elizabeth share childhood stories of Jordan as we eat.

He was ever ready. *** Mr. Wilberforce sat in the dimly lit luxury of his master bedroom, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting long shadows across the room. The thick curtains were drawn tight, blocking out the bustling cityscape outside. He reached for his phone on the nightstand, dialing a number he knew by heart. "Hello, darling," he said warmly when the call connected. "It is Dad," he added. "Hi, Dad," Queen's voice chimed back, sounding distant and slightly distracted. "How are you?"

42 Early the next morning, I had woken up to the sound of doorbell which woke me up from my quiet reverie. With slow, groggy steps, I approached the door but on Pulling it open, I found the porch completely empty. The morning air was still, but resting on the ground was a lush bouquet of flowers. Blood-red roses to be specific. No name tag was attached. There was nothing but a crisp white card written in a in elegant cursive

“Good night, Pat.” The line went dead with a soft click. I pulled the phone away from my ear and placed it gently on the table. I stood there for a moment in the quiet room, a faint, complicated smile touching my lips, before turning to get ready for bed—only to freeze as my phone lit up with a brand-new text message from an unknown number: *“Sleeping alone tonight, little web novel author? I wouldn't get too comfortable; check under your pillow if you want to see what Senator George left behind for your roommates to find in the morning.”*

I held it out. He jogged back, his footsteps silent on the wet grass. When he was directly below, I dropped it. He caught it neatly in one hand and shoved it in his pocket, He gave me a salute and a grin that lookef pure devilish. Then my parents' bedroom window, which was right above the porch roof, slid open. My dad's head popped out. "Callie?" he boomed, his voice scratchy with sleep. “What in the hell are you doing? It's two in the morning!"

38&39💛💛A NIGHT WITH MR XANDER💛💛 💞 (Becoming his addiction)💞 Chapter 38&39 In the early hours of the morning where the sun has risen, the slight snoring of a girl was heard but was completely eradicated when the continuous knocking on the door sounded pulling her out of her sleep. With her lashes flattering, she raised her head to see the maid at the door. "Breakfast is ready" she informed for Evelyn to frown, it was morning already?

I started with my usual hard tone. "He's with us Sir, we caught him as a mole" Lucas started. From the background of the call I could hear the voice of a man groaning in pains. I assumed its actually the man who have my package under his custody, with that I inquired "hope my package are now intact?" "Still tryna make this son of a bitch speak out" Lucas replied. "I'll be in, in a moment" I said and ended the call. Cracking my fist together, I whispered almost under my breath "lunch time!"

Marcus I dont know how I got into the motel. But here I am checking in; it’s the kind of motel that one can pay by the hour, and I pay for three nights, not because I have plans after but because I don’t know how long the money I have will last or how long I will be able to hold on. It’s becoming more and more difficult to breathe, and I am almost engulfed by the darkness. At this moment, I am so grateful that Simon had paid me weekly for the cleaning and that he had been more generous than a typical employer because I would have ended up sleeping under the bridge, although, to be honest, the motel was only marginally better.

Why did she stupidly walk away from her landlord? " Are you still asleep dear?" Mrs Adams voice said from behind the door. More knocks followed. " Um.. Yes Mrs. Adams! Just a minute!" She yelled back, totally freaking out. " Are you dressed? I have company." Oh God…oh God..oh God… " Can you give me a few minutes?! I'm still.. um.. dressing! Yes! Dressing!" " Okay. we'll be back in a few, okay?" " Great! " Oh snap…

Approaching her son, Gabriella replied, “No, Little Prince. Mom and Dad are going to sleep with you." Knowing that he wasn't going to miss out the fun, Cayden's round face turned bright. “Well then … good night, Grandpa Hunt. Good evening Greta, Jack, Julian, Mia, and Ace. See you tomorrow morning," the toddler said while waving his hand. "Good evening, Little Kid," Mister Hunt replied, faking a smile. He still had to disguise the sorrow if he didn't want to be found out. "What about you? Do you also want to accompany your child to sleep?” Mia asked in a low voice that the old man's ears still managed to catch.