Goodnites Story Novels & Stories

If you happen to have the same problem, you know where to find them. For now, it's time to say goodnight and we hope that you return to The Supernatural Spa very soon, This is your Storyteller, The Diwata, saying... Fare thee well!

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A whole me. "I said , what are you doing here. And by the way, news flash I hate repeating myself" Mr old lad repeated the question. Yes mr. Old lad, that fits him perfectly. " I had nowhere to sleep last night, so I then decided to sleep here just for the night" I explained. I was very surprised at how calm I sounded. These guys didn't look harmful, they looked too neat and young to cause any havoc or fear. But still trust no one, I still had to be guarded.

Blake looks like he considering telling us or not, I guess he decides to tell us because he replies by saying, “My night was wonderful also. it started out badly but it ended well.” I am confused, what does Blake his night was wonderful and ended well? Was he not sorry? Did he not want my forgiveness? I try not to let my anger show and I just keep on smiling. King Garett then says, “What do you mean son?” to which Blake replies, “Well, the moon goddess also visited in my dream last night.”

Even the sharp corners of tables and chairs were filed down. I lay on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. I felt hollow and lifeless. How could dying be this hard? I walked over to the window, my gaze falling on what used to be a vibrant garden. Once, it bloomed with roses—my favorite. But Maynard had burned them all down after Darlene pricked her finger on a thorn. I scanned the room, searching for something I could use to smash the window and escape. That was when the door creaked open.

Bill reads his favorite book—Goodnight, Goodnight, Construction Site—using the silly voices that make Collin giggle uncontrollably. As the story ends and Collin’s eyes grow heavy, I feel a wave of gratitude wash over me. This is what it’s all about. Not the headlines, the campaigns, or the board meetings. Just this—our little family, together. When Collin finally drifts off, his tiny hand clutching Bill’s sleeve, we carefully sneak out of the room. In our bedroom, I sit on the edge of the bed, running a hand over my growing bump. The quiet feels different tonight, heavier somehow, but not in a bad way. Bill joins me, his hand replacing mine on my belly.

Not even footsteps. “Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me…” She tried again. “Matteo? Alessio? Rocco? Leo?” Silence. Complete, peaceful, deep-night silence. Daniela felt her stomach drop. “They aren't there.” She whispered. Just then, a paper slipped under the door. GOODNIGHT DADDY. GOODNIGHT MUMMY. IF YOU NEED HELP, TOO BAD. WE ARE ALREADY ASLEEP. ENJOY YOUR NIGHT TOGETHER.

"I'll be looking forward to our next meal. It's getting late, so get some rest. Goodnight." "Absolutely, goodnight." I ended the call, and when I turned around, I was met with Daisy's inquisitive eyes. "Mommy, what did Nathan tell you?" she asked. "Nathan helped mommy out a lot." With the job situation resolved, my mood lifted. I closed my laptop and opened the storybook on the bedside table. "Sweetheart, what story would you like to hear tonight? 'The Ugly Duckling,' or 'Daughter of the Sea'?"

All I care about was to get the hell away from here After two hours of bus ride, I got off the bus. I had come far from my home. It was already midnight and the night seemed darker than usual. As I padded my way through the street, I felt strange. I had to look over my shoulder in fear of being followed. This place was already giving me creepy feelings. I couldn’t see anyone on the street. Walked on the pavement, I searched for a place to stay for the night. After a walk of ten minutes, I caught the sight of a shop that looked like a departmental store. I walked into the store and to the counter where a person was reading a magazine. I cleared my throat to get his attention. He looked at me

He never got the chance to say that word anymore, and it felt great. She smiled in return. "Thank you for visiting, boys, but I know you just got back and played a game of soccer, so go home and get some sleep. You'll have a relaxing day tomorrow, then get back to work." "I won't have a relaxing day," Naiting Dae-Jung grumbled. "Oh, go take a nap, Nathan," she teased. "Goodbye, Umma," Duskin stated and bowed. The others repeated the custom and left.