Nine Kids And One Night Novels & Stories

for a few minutes.” Luna Abby and I step into a room just off the living room and she asked, “Are all these kids from our pack?” I shook my head, “No. There are kids from all over the country. We can do this a couple ways. So far, none of these kids are over twelve years old. You can invite the parents or pack Alphas here to pick them up, or you can arrange times for me, my brothers and Taylor to teleport them. However, you may want to wait a day or two for us all to catch up on our rest. Poor Calista is just about sang out from trying to calm down the kids, but she won’t admit it. These kids have really been traumatized. She was key in getting the non-verbal kids to speak. It was just craz

It was so silent I bet you could hear a feather drop. “Now,” I looked around me to see at least twenty kids. “Here’s what we’ll do. What time do you all eat dinner?” “Six-thirty.” One of the older kids answered. “Alright, how about I play a game with everyone eight and under first? Then I’ll spend time with everyone from nine to thirteen. Then everyone fourteen and older. How does that sound?”

Why waste pretty clothes? The twenty-four kids line up. With girls being separated from boys. Lina counted ten girls and fourteen boys. Four out of those twenty-four kids were from Rising Sun pack, six from Spring Hole and the rest are youngsters from Deep Forest. She glanced at Eon for she had some questions in mind but when she noticed that no one was speaking in the viewing deck, she held her tongue and turned back her gaze at the open ground. She gasped when she saw that ground was slowly being illuminated by the moon.

They bring their head up. “Hello Luna, my name is Rico, and I am 10 years old; I’m also the oldest of all the children here; this is Leah, Ava, Angel, Rachel, Emerald and Emeralda, Zendaya, Orion, Max, Sammy, Henry, Jasper and finally Mia she is a year old. There is Brandon, but he is mute and usually stays on his own,” he said. These kids are so polite and respectful; nobody has ever respected me like this; they are all well brought up. But I was kind of worried for the kid, Brandon.

Night Wing and Night Blade did not participate in the bickering, but their jaws tightened all the same. Their minds were focused on only one thing, returning to their lord. They moved swiftly toward the pre-arranged meeting points. Spector and Spectra had already hypnotised the first batch of children and were leading them toward the auditorium. Chris Jnr and Emm had thoroughly blended in with the children, making the task significantly easier. Kids always trust someone their age more easily compared to unfamiliar adults who are dressed in strange outfits, especially after the ordeal they went through.

I added. “Okay then it’s settled, but know you’ll have a thousand guards around you at all times,” he said “Now let’s prepare for the masked party of the season. My daughter’s 24th birthday.” Dad announced as Maya put her hand together in cheers. Tomorrow, they get to see Jessica Hart in the flesh.

And then Carson and so it goes until there weren't anymore presents. After everyone so thoroughly spoiled my boys they went out in the yard to their built in play ground, as we all sat around watching the kids, eating and socializing. Once again I'm reminded how lucky I am to have a big, loving family like this. After hours of celebrating everyone starts leaving. When its just Soph and Jacob left, Elijah and I take the boys upstairs to get ready for bed. Once all tucked in, I sing them all a small lullaby before saying our nightly prayers.

Anonymous POV It had been an incredible night so far. The trick-or-treating was a blast, with everyone enjoying the cozy, familiar feel of their close-knit neighborhood. The kids were running around with bags full of candy, their laughter filling the air as the adults chatted, reminisced, and shared stories. But now, the group had gathered at Rickabini’s, the neighborhood’s favorite Italian spot, to continue the celebration—this time, honoring the memory of Travis.

Nine years later It’s a beautiful day. The sun is shining, the weather in early fall is cooling down and the kids are all happy, healthy and currently running around like crazy people. Cara, Angel and I all had our kids around the same time, so our total of 13 kids are being raised together. Most of them have paired off by age, except poor Richie, whoops, he goes by ‘Rich’ now that he’s a mature 10-year-old. He’s sort of the odd man out, being the oldest male followed by two females who are best friends.

The boy is having a nightmare. I want to help. I want to wake him up. I want to flip him over so his nose is not in the pillow. But I couldn't do anything. I have been watching him for forty-one nights. His mother tucks him in at eight-thirty. She reads one story—always the one about the rabbit who gets lost and finds his way home. She kisses his forehead. She turns on the star-shaped nightlight. She closes the door, but leaves it open just a crack so the hallway light spills in like a promise.