Goodnites Stories Mga Nobela at Kwento

Goodnight: Asher cleared his throat as the evening was getting late. After Roger and his friends left it was actually a celebration. The tension left and people relaxed but now it was late. He could fall asleep up there on the stage. He let out a loud yawn by accident. Jordan had already headed home; he had little ones and needed to get them to bed. Chance had checked out after a few drinks with his mate. Jaime had been waiting on Lyla but she gave up realizing Lyla was staying till the end.

Just as he approached a room’s doorway, he heard Tina and Kara’s conversation drifting from inside the room. “Tonight’s bedtime story is called ‘Tadpoles Searching for Their Mommy.’ The warm spring is here… A bunch of little tadpoles want to look for their mommy… After overcoming all the obstacles, the little tadpoles finally found their froggy mommy. Together, they lived happily ever after…” Tina’s tone was gentle as she read the bedtime story out loud from the storybook to her daughter. Kara lay in her arms, her heavy eyelids already glued together. She struggled to say, “The little tadpoles are very pitiful… I won’t be separated from you, Mommy… Even if we do get separated, I’ll find you

I whispered with a loving smile, “Which story would you like tonight?” Mike’s face lit up with excitement, his tiny hands reaching for his favorite book. “The one about the brave little wolf, Mumma!” I chuckled as I opened the book, a captivating story about a young wolf’s rand adventure. Mike listened with rapt attention, his eager eyes fixed on the pages as I spun the tale of bravery and exploration. By the time I reached the part where the little wolf found solace under the silvery glow of the moon, my son was already fast asleep.

Talking and other stuff is discussed and we after sometime say goodnight to each. I know this chapter is boring but please patience with me. You like the story. Thank you. please comment and like the story. . . .

I'm quiet because I actually feel guilty about all of this, I feel like I would have been able to do something. “No, that's not it, mom. I'm not scared of the news, and I will not get any nightmares,” I say and mom smiles. “Goodnight honey!” mom says and I wave, “Goodnight mom,” I say. She flips my light switch off and darkness floods the entire room. I turn off my phone and now I'm in absolute darkness, the kind of darkness where I can't even tell whether I'm lying or standing. After a few seconds of counting sheep, I fade. into my subconscious, gradually.

Hope is quiet but alive. Bed is gentle. His mouth soft on me, kissing my breasts, sucking slowly. Hand cupping, thumb circling. I sigh, moan quiet. He slides inside—deep and slow. Hand on my breast, eyes full of love, thrusts perfect. We come softly together, tears happy, holding, whispering dreams of babies, home, forever. Sleep comes peaceful. Morning, phone buzzes. Unknown number. A message from Victoria. A new video. Recent. Us last night. Moans clear. His hands on my breasts. Deep, slow thrusts. Tears on cheeks.

So until next time, dear readers, this is your Supernatural Spa Storyteller, The Diwata saying, good night and hope to see you again soon. Fare thee well...

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“Didn’t your parents lecture you never to wander alone into the dark human?” Looking around as if noticing for the first time that it was dark, she tried to say something but I held her eyes and impelled her. "You will forget everything that happened this night and you will run home like a good little girl” She nodded her head in understanding and I picked up a sniff of rone. Turning, I returned to my previous location and as predicted, I met it unoccupied with little trails of blood. 2005 I should be afraid of darkness but am not. I find solace in it, and it’s like my safe coven.

She said with a smile. “Alright, I better get going before I change my mind.” I said standing up from my bed and Maggie nodded. It was already late nine p.m. and I hoped Jason was already in his bed. He had texted me early thinking I forgot his birthday. It took me about twenty minutes to get to Jason's dorm room which was next door to Asher, my bestie who was literally the heartbeat of girls in school. We had grown up together so we practically knew everything about each other.