Goodnight Sweetheart Gif Novels & Stories

"Good night." @TarynGrace

With all my love and appreciation, Your Author ✨

Love you all (-) Giftemmy.

"Goodnight, my love. Sweet dreams." "Noah's eyes fluttered closed, his face softening into a contented smile as Hazel's words whispered sweet nothings in his ear. He felt her gentle kiss on his forehead, and his heart swelled with love. "Goodnight, my Luna," he whispered back, his voice barely audible. Hazel's smile radiated warmth as she exited the room, her graceful stride devouring the distance. She collided with Maya in the hallway, their laughter intertwining like the tendrils of a vine.

I bit down on my lower lip, unable to believe what I was seeing. The soreness and weakness in my body kept reminding me just how over the top Dean Abernathy had been last night. However, as it turned out, it had all been for someone else. Messages kept going in the group chat. [That’s our guy, smooth as ever! With the prettiest girl in class in his arms and the prettiest girl in school by his side… He’s living the dream. I’m so jealous.]

I almost blushed at Gahn’s last statement, and soon began to wonder if all ladies thanked the man who (tenderly) deflowered them. “Goodnight Gahn… I love you.” I heard Gahn kissing me through the phone before ending the phone call. I picked up a small box of chocolates, lay on my bed and stared at the ceiling while dropping the cubes of chocolate into my mouth. ________________________________

He closed his eyes. Are we really going to sleep like this? "G-goodnight." *

The kind of warmth that comes from deep down in you. When her breathing finally evened out and she drifted into sleep, I stayed awake a little longer. Watching her. Holding her. “Goodnight, sweetheart,” I whispered into the quiet, pressing a kiss to her temple as I felt myself too drifting off.

She didn’t expect him to approach her, completely out of the blue “Ok, why not” “Great, tomorrow at 7pm? I will come pick you up” “Ok” ******************************************************* Sarah couldn’t fall asleep, even though her body felt like she had survived a buffalo rampage. Sitting on the swing chair at her balcony, she began counting stars when her phone pinged a message. ‘Hi sweetheart…’ it was from Mike, blooming a smile on her face. ‘Hi…’ ‘You haven’t sleep? Are you feeling cold?’ Naïve, she replied with honesty ‘Nope. Still feeling weak and cold’

I crawled beside him, letting the softness of the sheets embrace me. He turned slightly toward me, his hand brushing mine as he pulled me closer. “Goodnight, sweetheart,” he murmured, voice rough with fatigue but carrying warmth. “Goodnight, my love,” I whispered, resting my head against his chest. The steady beat of his heart was a lullaby, slow and comforting.