Goodnites Stories Novels & Stories

A young couple moved in to a new home in Hawaii. They had a young son, Bobby, whom they would put to bed each night, only to find him the next morning sleeping on the floor in the corner of his room ... ... One day, the father put a wardrobe in that corner, and that night while the couple was watching TV, they turned to see their son walking out of his room as if he was holding someone's hand. Just before he got to the door, he dropped his hand as if the person had let go. He woke up crying. The couple were scared, and they called a Hawaiian priest for help. He told them that their house was built on a "night marching trail" — a path taken by ghosts. The priest said Bobby always slept in a c

Currently I'm at the airport consoling my mom that everything was going to be alright. " Goodbye's are said to people who we know we will never meet again so come back soon my dear we will wait for you." These were the last words I heard from my mom before proceeding further into the airport . On arrival I went over to a hotel for my stay. Things are going to be great tomorrow . I encouraged myself before falling into deep slumber.

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The night was a sanctuary where dreams took flight, where love knew no boundaries, and where the whispers of stories past and future echoed in the silent spaces between sleep and wakefulness. With a soft smile on her lips, Mama Hazel surrendered to the embrace of sleep, her heart filled with the echoes of tales untold, dreams yet to be dreamed, and the infinite beauty of a world where love and imagination reigned supreme. In the sanctuary of the night, she found peace, joy, and the gentle promise of a new day filled with the magic of storytelling and the enduring power of love.

“That’s because the quiet used to sit on top of nothing solid. Now it sits on top of everything you’ve already put in the ground.” I kissed him then—slow, certain, the kind of kiss that claimed the ordinary hours as fiercely as we had once claimed the fights. We took our time. The urgency was present and warm rather than edged with leftover fear. When we finally slept it was deep and tangled, the kind of sleep that belonged to people who had stopped treating every calm stretch as a temporary mistake. The following days continued the same measured rhythm. New trays went into the greenhouse. The outdoor section’s numbers held. The security feeds remained clean.

It always gave him nightmares, and those are the last things he needed at the moment. Aiden had no idea what Jake did to reverse the situation. What the fuck did he even do to put to sleep their going-bananas therapist? All he knew was that he heard a loud thump and when he came back from the kitchen with the chamomile tea, Natalie was sleeping on the couch while Jake was lecturing Moonlight for being naughty and not an obedient child. Aiden: "..." Jake: ╮ (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.) ╭ Moonlight: (눈_눈)

**** Following the dinner and the heartfelt conversation, Gabriella made her way to her room, a sense of contentment and lightness enveloping her. As the evening came to a close, she expressed her goodnight wishes to her aunt and uncle, the words carrying a warmth that reflected the bond they shared. "Good night auntie and uncle," And in response they said "Good night love," with a synchronized harmony, their words echoing their affection for her. The simple exchange encapsulated the deep connections within the family, a testament to the genuine care and love they held for one another.

He hesitated, looking thrown. Then, softly, "Babe... did you pick up my phone this morning?" His brow creased. Waiting. Watching. The longer I said nothing, the more nervous he got. "What did you hear?" I looked away, drained. "Nothing. Your phone was across the room. I knocked it off by accident." He exhaled, all relieved, and tucked the blanket around me like everything was fine. Then, real quiet, he asked, "If our baby doesn't make it... could we adopt?"

To make up for it, he turned back and repeated a promise. "I'll definitely go to the old house to see you tomorrow." The next day, he broke his promise anyway. I sat on the couch in the old house, looking at my phone. Twelve hours left. A local news alert popped up. Kayla had appeared at a new project launch, with Lawrence standing behind her. Thinking about the promise he had made yesterday, I let out a self-deprecating smile. If he knew these were the last 12 hours with me, would he still break his promise?

"What story would you like to hear today?" Garret seemed to ponder for a moment before answering, "About Pinocchio?" Lyyana nodded and smiled. Lyyana then began to read a bedtime story from the book of 1001 bedtime stories. Lyyana was very good at reading stories; she played with her voice and tone, making Garret look so enthusiastic listening to the story she brought. Occasionally, Lyyana's storytelling was interrupted by Garret's questions. Without Lyyana realizing it, a man was recording Lyyana's activities and sending it to their superior.