Goodnites Story Novels & Stories

“Susie, we’ve long had nothing to do with each other, and I no longer hate you. So there’s nothing to forgive. “This isn’t worth my time, and I don’t need to give you any answer.” “No! Jason!” Susie screamed in anguish. “Please…” But my steps didn’t falter. Three months later, a news brief appeared in the local paper. [A stowaway woman on a fishing boat was reported to have jumped into the sea last night. Her body was washed ashore this morning…] When I saw the news, I was having a picnic in the garden with my family.

You might laugh at my words now. However, my love, I'd give my life to show you my love is true. Or maybe, I'm just paying for my unforgivable mistakes. I wish you a future filled with strength, peace, and lasting joy. May your path be smooth, your life worry-free.] Those few lines summed up Wynnie's entire existence. A tear slid down, unnoticed, splashing onto the darkened phone screen, leaving a tear-stained bloom. "Honey? What's wrong?" Elena's voice came from nearby, laced with concern.

📞 that's my girl. 📞 goodnight mom. 📞 good night honey. Sweet dreams. 📞 same to you I hung up. Satisfied with my conversation with my mom, I walked over to my bed. I dropped on my bed and looked out the window. There wasn't any moon and tonight but the stars made it beautiful. That was how my life was, it wasn't perfect but yet it was still beautiful. I smiled to myself before finally drifting off to sleep.

“Yeah. Just a little. You know I like my space.” “I do, which is why we’re such good friends,” I tease. A few customers come in, and our morning gets started like usual. Natalie comes in to get the book we were talking about last night. She’s all smiles and small talk, and I wonder if she’d be this friendly if she remembered the zombie crawling out of a hidden cubby in the attic last night. Which reminds me I need to tell Kristy about it. Two hours later, we finally get a bit of a break. I sit on the barstool behind the counter, reheating my coffee with magic. My phone rings from the shelf under the register.

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.

But the next thing I know, I was putting on the Bon Jovi show in Noriah North, the night I couldn't attend because my baby girl was born. My cell phone vibrated and I opened the message from the DESCLASSIFIED MOR, already feeling my body shudder and my heart seeming to want to leave my body. Disqualified Major: I don't know if you're already sleeping, but anyway, I wish you good night. If you don't open the message until tomorrow, good morning. I smiled and typed: Baby: Good night. I still couldn't sleep. Disqualified Mor : I bet thinking of me. Baby: Just a little bit.

I closed my eyes and scooted on his chest, not planning on going anywhere tonight. I had one more thing to tell him. "Goodnight, Gavin..." A small smile tugged on my lips as I let the darkness take over. I felt his lips touch my forehead and his arms pulling me closer to his warmth. "Goodnight, little mate." He whispered back. Mission accomplished, I was able to explain and wished him goodnight like I said I would - and got a bonus in between.

Sandra retorted, “get prepared, after sunset, I will pick you up in front of your hostel, okay,” Richard says, and he ended up with the phone call with Sandra, Sandra was happy with the gift of money she got from Richard and she returned to the room where she met her friends still sleeping, and she sat in her bed checking her bank account balance, “Angela, Angela, wake up, I have good news for you” she says, “Please, keep the good news to yourself until I wake up,” Angela says, but Bounty woke up and asked, “what is the good news?“

The children's center was nearly complete, its success already leading to other commissions. Mom's voice drifted from her room - she was talking in her sleep again, something about needing more cinnamon. The familiar sound made me smile as I slipped under my covers. Gas settled into his bed beside mine - a far cry from the luxury dog bed Kyle had insisted on, but he seemed happier here. We all did. "Goodnight, Gas," I whispered into the darkness. He sighed contentedly in response. I fell asleep to the sound of city life outside my window, dreaming of apple pie and new beginnings.

He asked. “Yes, I’m coming baby,” she answered. “Can I sleep in your bed tonight?” He asked. “Of course, buddy. You can sleep everywhere you want,” Dean mumbled. As Nadia followed them to the room, she heard her phone ping and picked it up. A text from Grey Cape was there waiting for her. ‘This is my cum great of a gift for you. I’m glad your son is safe and sound. Have a nice day! Or should I say, night… lol’