Lullaby Sweet Dreams Novels & Stories

Honey" he called as he entered their bedroom. The room looked more like a five star suite. The queen size bed was seated on the centre and with a few couches and a glass table occupying the bareground. At the far end, was a dressing table where Crystal was seated with a phone in her hand. "Sweetheart, what are you doing?" He said walking towards her. "Wow, Are you trying to choose a model for our upcoming project?" Mervin asked, peeping into Crystal's phone. "Tell me, is she not beautiful?" Crystal said, not bothering to look at Mervin.

I sing to her, Sleep my little baby-oh Sleep until you waken When you are grown you will see the world If I'm not mistaken. Kiss a lover Dance a measure Find your name And buried treasure. With this sweet dream, I enjoyed a restful night, and now I'm ready to see my mate Emma and bring her home. And eight months later, two babies will call me daddy and look at me with innocent, puppy-like eyes. Knock! Knock! Knock! The sound of knocking door disturbs my beautiful dream.

It was soft and very comfy; it also smelt clean and salty. This was what I badly needed: the fresh air, a comfortable bed, and its soft materials; pillows that were as fleecy as feathers; white and fluffy—all were what my heart desired for a vacation. Oh. Just perfect!

HE LOOKED DOWN at me; eyes were a shade of acorns, a muscle in his jaw flexes. I do not know when this burning stare of his on me will heal. They glow with humor and playfulness that sent a shiver down my spine. And here I am, cowardly losing. He grabbed both of my legs, spreading them wide, then he thrusts again. Our eyes lock for a second. “You were on the dead-end, Sweetie . . .” he said huskily.

Just then, The clouds rumbled, the rain beat faster upon the thatched roofs and a lightening struck. ~ Same night at Berlin, Germany. Leon and Mareili sat together on the Porch, Mareili's head placed on Leon's Shoulder and Leon's Hand behind her back, busy with caressing her unhealthy looking blonde hair. The Moon, a full Moon!, was already showing up it's cold but comforting face. The two rocked themselves for a while then Mareilli smiled a sad smile. "I remember when mother would have to lay me face up toward the moon outside and sing a lullaby just to make me sleep so she could think properly because I was an involuntary talker, I was eight then"

Name it whatever improper desire, inflamed passions and some uncertain mission impossible tasks. "Can you please help me, Salome. Your holding back is greatly killing me. Can you just help me with all of this, tension bubbling right inside me, it is choking me really that hard" Nick is trying to get the best bait to lure her and to bring out Salome true feeling if there is any for him.

his jaw clenched. Amber's smile softened, she blushed at the sight of his ice-blue eyes. She pulled out the lollipop from her mouth and stuck it on Tom's lips, pushed it in his mouth. "I want what your girlfriend had with you ... a one on one ... no tapes this time, just you and me ..." Tom pulled back away from her, he didn't let her finish the sentence. "And you can have the tape!" she was half shouting. "No!" "Oh come on ... are you afraid your girlfriend will find out? I promise I taste as sweet as this lollipop."

The sting of that rejection lingered like a fresh bruise on her heart. “I want Mummy Erica,” Lily sobbed into the fabric. “She makes the bad dreams go away. She sings me the special song and holds me tight until the monsters leave.” Judith’s throat tightened. “I’m here now, baby. I’ll keep the bad dreams away. I can learn the song too. Just give me time—we’ll make new memories together.”

I chuckled lightly and tucked them under the blank making sure to keep them warm. “Don’t worry big sis will fight all the bad dreams away!” I raised both of my fists and playfully boxed the thin air. This made them giggle all their worries away. We exchanged goodnight before they closed their eyes as I sang them a sweet lullaby to sleep. "Sweet dreams, little buddies." I planted a kiss on each of their foreheads before getting up.

he chuckled as he asked her. “I heard,” Scar said. “Mouse, this is more like an audition than anything else.” He said softly. “An audition for what?” she asked as she looked around. “To find the perfect baby.” He said. “What?” She asked as she met his eyes. “Your friend must be one if she was able to get you in here. It is a closed event.” He said. “A baby, you know sugar, baby.” “A sugar baby?” She asked. “Sweetheart, you know nothing about any of this, do you?” he asked, taking in her wide eyes.