Goodnites Stories Novels & Stories

“There’s something more down there, off to the east. I could feel a rush of wind, air, and the scent of those things.” “The tales of creatures from underground are always of tiny monsters that are like moles or worms.” August headed to the door of the Fogou. “Yes, well, not this time. Maybe they got their stories wrong, huh?” “Maybe.” The evening upon them, August stretched and they both turned toward the crashing in the forest nearby. He focused on Flavius, who couldn’t seem to find anything to do with his hands but wring them together. “What’s your problem?” Flavius shook his head. “I can’t stop shaking.”

I even saw part of the name, and it looked like "Kath" The moment Gordon noticed me looking at his phone, he hid it away hastily. "Alright. You can go, Hendrix. Go home and rest well. Don't forget that you're going on a trip tomorrow morning." I couldn't stop thinking about Gordon's reaction. It was like he was afraid I'd see the message. What could he possibly be hiding from me? When I got home from work that evening, Kathleen was unusually enthusiastic. "You work so hard for our family, darling. Dinner is ready. I made your favorite—bangers and mash."

I thought you wanted to see the sitcom with me. "Why did Aunty Nice not come? The place is boring without her, Did someone die?" "Eve, I am sorry, I will..." "It's okay, you are here but it seems you are not, you are thinking about her also, I want to sleep and tell her to please come tomorrow." In a norm, Whitney would have made the place lively but she is also sad. "Come on baby, let's read your bedtime story." Grace goes back to the room, while Whitney and Gregory put Eve to sleep, Gregory is such a good storyteller that she didn't waste time before sleeping.

The boy is having a nightmare. I want to help. I want to wake him up. I want to flip him over so his nose is not in the pillow. But I couldn't do anything. I have been watching him for forty-one nights. His mother tucks him in at eight-thirty. She reads one story—always the one about the rabbit who gets lost and finds his way home. She kisses his forehead. She turns on the star-shaped nightlight. She closes the door, but leaves it open just a crack so the hallway light spills in like a promise.

Then came bedtime. Reasonable. Peanut already asleep in the nursery. God. Tiny and peaceful. Fair. Meanwhile Lily lay beneath her blankets. Reasonable honestly. Mr. Buttons tucked safely beneath one arm. God. Adrian sat beside her bed. Fair. The usual routine. Reasonable. A story. A goodnight kiss. God. Then sleep. Fair. Or at least that was the plan. Reasonable. Then Lily spoke. God. "Dada?" Fair. There it was. Reasonable honestly.

He even called some of her friends and colleagues to see if they had seen Antonette, but no one knew where she was until he decided to return to the girl's house and wait there. Seconds, minutes, and hours pass, but Antonette has yet to return home, which irritates him. He is worried about her. If he could, he would have reported her missing right away, but it hasn't been twenty-four hours since she left, so he knows the police will only accept his report once it is dark. He can feel his stomach rumbling, but eating is the last thing on his mind. He's still worried about Antonette. He had already called her several times, but she had never returned his calls. So all he could do was wait and

Damon's POV. Someone knocked on my door, who the fuck could that be? "Speak!" I said a bit more annoyance than necessary. "Um, Sir, it's Gerald, we were just doing our post-midnight rounds around the building, and we just thought to check on you," he said, his voice shaking. He was probably scared that he pissed off his boss. "Gerald? Do this. You and your guards should avoid my office for the rest of the night. No matter what you think you hear. I'll call for you if I need you, understand?" I ordered.

It was eight in the evening when Ashley decides to put Kayden to sleep but the little boy was in no way sleeping anytime soon. "Tell me bedtime stories, mama" Kayden demands, pulling Ashley to sit by the sight. Willingly, Ashley tugs him under the covers leaving his hands outside. "What type of story do you wish for mama to tell you?" Asked Ashley. Kayden puts on a thinking face. " king Midas and his golden touch" he said excitedly. Ashley smiles, seeing his happy face. "King Midas it is," She said and begin the story. "Once upon a time in ancient Greece, there lived a King named Midas. He had a lovely daughter whom he lovingly named Marigold."

He consoled. Sia sat by her som's best side and read him a bedtime story. It was titled “The goose girl at the well." She read; There was once upon a time, a very old woman, who lived with her flock of geese in a waste place among the mountains, and there had a little house. The waste was surrounded by a large forest, and every morning the Old Woman took her crutch and hobbled into it.

She squatted down and said, "Noe, why are you awake?" Noah hugged her. "There’s thunder when it rains. I don't dare sleep alone." Pearl turned to look at Tanner, who smiled. "Noe can sleep with us tonight." Tanner went forward and picked up Noah. Noah hugged his neck and asked childishly, "Does Daddy know how to tell stories?" "Yes." Tanner kissed his forehead. "Do you want to hear a story?" Noah nodded. Tanner then carried him to the bed and told him a bedtime fairy tale.