Lampu Tidur Bintang Novels & Stories

In a moment of rage, I seized the trophy from Cody and charged at Sydney like a madwoman. "AAH!" However, the trophy hit Cody's back instead. He pushed hard, and the trophy's sharp edge sliced across my face. Blood stained the carpet as the trophy fell to the floor. "Jenny, have you lost your mind?" In his blind spot, Sydney shook a remote control at me. It was a remote control for a bomb! There were only three minutes left on the countdown! She took out a handkerchief to wipe away my blood, smiling provocatively and triumphantly at me. "Your mother is in the car outside, the same one that hit her and paralyzed her. I specifically bought it back."

My ears pick up light steps travelling towards my room hesitantly while I sleep. Or attempt to at this point. I'm tired mentally with all the work I've done and between Belle and my brother, my room is the only solace for peace. Otherwise I'd go stalking mad with her constant bickering. The curtains of my room are drawn blocking out the sunlight, apart from the lava lamp that blows on the bedside table the room is covered in darkness. The door pushed open moments later, the overwhelming fragrance of roses waving

Going back into the bed, I switched off the ambient pendant lights and closed my eyes to sleep with a smile on my face. Nothing could break me…..

I have come to this realization at 2am in the morning. 2:00am – 9 November 2021 I find it difficult to sleep – my eyes close but they refuse to stay that way. So I stop trying , in stead I begin to look around my dimly lit room. My night light shines just a tiny bit of light into my room ; stars from the night light decorate my walls and ceilings. I begin to trace a couple of the stars until my hand feels heavy and plops down to my side.

he said. Dara laid back down on the bed and turned off the lamp. Charles took his shirt off, “I have this habit of sleeping shirtless.” he chuckled. “No worries.” Dara uttered, “You can sleep on the bed with me.” she said. “I’m good here.” Dara held his hand and uttered, “Please Charles, I want you to sleep beside me on the bed.”

When Xyla returned to the bedroom, she saw that Stanley Batton was also not asleep yet. Right then, Stanley was sitting at the head of the bed. A laptop of the newest, ultra-thin, model was placed on top of his legs. All the lights in the room were switched off. There was only a single, dimly lit bedside lamp next to him. The soft blue light from the laptop shone against his face, making his facial features appear unusually cold and rigid. Stanley wore black silk loungewear that gave off a noble yet cold reflection under the light. His presence felt extraordinarily cold.

The cousins bid each other goodnight and Lisa turned off her bedside lamp. As she did so, she realized that she still had her garland of sanaria on the bedside table and wondered what she would do with it. The moon shone higher in the sky and was like a spotlight shining inside the room from the open window. Lisa decided to turn her face to the wall to get to sleep. Before she did so, she noticed that Celie was still sitting up in her bed and staring outside at the moon. Lisa thought she heard the flapping of wings, but after spending the whole day walking, she felt her exhaustion and was soon oblivious of what was happening inside the guest room.

In the corner stands a crib, hand-crafted and perfect: rich wood with clean lines, carved subtly with tiny thornless roses along the headboard. Above it, the ceiling is painted midnight blue, scattered with hand-stenciled constellations that glow faintly, real glow-in-the-dark stars, placed with astronomical precision. A mobile hangs over the crib: delicate crystal prisms shaped like white roses, catching the light and throwing tiny rainbows across the walls.

Alessandro immediately crouched down, positioning the stool perfectly for her. Clara squinted into the eyepiece. She didn't gasp at the sheer volume of stars; she simply stared, processing. “Papa,” she whispered, her voice tiny and awestruck. “Are the stars like little lamps that people turn on when they go to sleep?” “They are, in a way, my love,” Alessandro answered, his hand resting gently on her back. “They’re very bright lamps. Do you see all the little, tiny ones that are blue?”

So manly and sexy as fuck. "So,” he licked his lower lip and motioned me to the bed. I take my eyes off him to go walk to the bed, putting my shoulder bag on it. The bed is large, and for sure we can fit on it; we can even peacefully sleep on this bed without us touching. The rain continues to pour down, just as the thunder and lightning. Since the electricity has no power for tonight, the only light that we have here in his bedroom is a small candle and a piece of a flashlight.