Novel & Cerita Goodnites Story

“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.”*

A gesture I appreciate because I don't want to see Ariel, Asher or anyone's face. I watch Agnor as he makes himself comfortable on the couch. His feet are hanging and in no way it looks comfortable. “Goodnight Blue” He says. “Goodnight… I know you said you'll be fine there but if it gets too uncomfortable, just join us in the bed” I say and turn off the lamp, letting darkness engulf us as I drift to sleep. … My eyes flutter open. I quietly get up, feeling my throat dry and turn on the lamp before reaching for water. As I drink some water, my eyes flick to the couch only to find it empty.

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. . . .

**** 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.

Zack was getting faster and faster going out and entering Amy's womanhood which made her moan even louder. Amy is near the exit. A few hours later, Amy was released at the same time as Zack also released his white juice in the courtyard of Amy's womanhood. Tired, Amy immediately fell asleep while Zack watched Amy sleep soundly. He stood aside and thought 'why am I feeling this' and Zack touched his chest because of his heartbeat. Until Zack's eyes were swallowed by darkness because of the tiredness he and the girl had caused that even then he didn't feel for those who had a one-night stand.

A long time later, Mason's phone finally ran out of battery, and the screen went dark. He was still sitting alone in the house he had bought back, letting the night swallow him whole. Our story had already ended the moment he took the bouquet from my hands. And he hadn't even had time to say goodbye. The End

"The boy's name is Zayne. He's four years old." Mike hesitated, then added, "He's not Madison's biological child." Jeremy froze mid-step. Mike continued, "Zayne's mother was Madison's cellmate. She was condemned to death, and before she died, she gave her son to Madison. After Madison got out, she took the boy with her. The boy was told to call her Ms. Decker, but he insisted on calling her 'Mom'..." Jeremy swayed on his feet. He closed his eyes, feeling a tightness in his throat.

I took a quick shower and got dressed before answering her question. "There's an emergency! Fixed yourself and you can leave anytime you want. Just lock the door, okay? Goodbye!" I kissed her on the neck and immediately went down to the 7th floor and headed to Sheriz's unit. After just a few knocks she opened the door. "Oh? You are too early Daze? Come in" We went to the living room. "Is your birthday party went smoothly, last night? nothing strange happened?" I asked "Aside from Jacob leaving without saying goodbye, there is nothing else" She answered with a sad expression

Finally, she nodded faintly. “All right,” she said quietly. “Ask your questions.” Dennis began gently, jotting notes as she spoke. Her responses were direct, clipped, heavy with exhaustion. She talked about Martins’s last few days, about the strange calls he received, but he left to work that morning excited about Adaobi's birthday and he promised to return with gifts for her. He promised to be home before evening. Each answer was a needle in her chest. The inspector listened carefully, his pen moving swiftly, his face unreadable.

How do I take care of this child? What do I do now? Getting rid of it is definitely not an option, I don’t want blood on my hands. How do I even break this news to Angela? That I got pregnant for a one night stand? A man I barely know? The only thing I know about that guy is the fact that he’s rich and his name is Drake and he organizes galas on Tuesdays. Who gets pregnant for a man that hosts galas on Tuesdays? I begin to pace back and forth again until I hear the front door open.