Pea Under The Mattress Story Novels & Stories

"It's bad, mom and dad will be angry if they found out." "Talk...what about the mattress?" "You know? We could cut it out, then put the box inside." "I thought you were a chicken, but I guess you're not, bring me the knife and should we do the bottom or the top?" "T-The bottom." "Right..." Celeste got Celia the knife and together they did the unthinkable. They lifted the mattress, turning the underside up and then Celia cut through the cloth, scraping out a great deal of the sponge inside only to replace it with the box.

I put a skirt and blouse over the new underwear. I heard dad pull into the garage. I waited until his got his beer and sat down in front of the TV. I went in the living room and sat down next to dad. We talked for a little while. That's when I brought up being in the attic. I told dad I found mom's diary. I mentioned the picture of mom in her underwear. Dad said he had forgotten about that picture.

The door creaked as it closed behind me, shutting out the night. The underground basement was cold, damp. The walls seemed to close in around me, but I pressed and moved forward. As I moved deeper into the space, my foot kicked something soft. I crouched down, my fingers grazing the edge of a small bed—barely more than a cot, really—tucked into the corner. And then I saw it. A picture, lying face down on the bed. I picked it up, the air heavy in my lungs as I flipped it over.

The girl I put through ten years of school stood up at her own graduation and thanked me in front of everyone. A second later, three translucent lines appeared in front of my eyes. [She will steal the Prescott family's trade secrets, start her own company, and turn on you.] [She will publish an essay and put the internet on your family. Your wife will die of a heart attack.] [Prescott Logistics will fold. The estate will go to auction. You will die in front of the men you owe.] I stared at her. "Vanessa. Have you spent all these years filing away everything we did for you as a reason to hate us?" She blinked at me, wide-eyed and innocent. That was when I understood. The snake was al

The room was dark. Much darker than it should have been in the afternoon. The curtains moved even though the window was closed. The bed was just as usual. Powered. Ordinary. However, stood out a small naked foot. I stared. My whole body was freezing. Behind me, Noah was gorging. He stopped in the door. I heard his breath burst. Because he also saw it. The little foot. The child under the bed. I was kneeling slowly. My knees hit the ground hard.

She slowly waddle towards me. " N-no, I can't find the money I kept under the bed last night!" I try to control my emotions. " What do you mean you are lost you money?" She asked gazing at me in shock and furiously. " I didn't lose them, I remember keeping them safely beside the mattress before entering the shower last night, I could swear I put them here!" I am about to lose my nuts. She came and pulls the mattress off it's structure while she checks under it. " There's nothing here! She places the mattress back on its structure. Are you sure you put them there?"

That made me smirk for some reason. “I found something you may be interested in,” Vadas told to the minister. “Is that about border conflict from yesterday?” “Yes. And I have a few details about the undersea matter.” That was interesting. “Good, but it’ll wait until tomorrow.” “As you wish.” With that, we left our host, as a few more guests were waiting at the door to be greeted. I must find about that conflict tomorrow. And what is with undersea? Vadas distracted me with an invitation for the first dance. We socialized for some time with various creatures presented there. I wanted to win a couple of dances with foreign ambassadors, to learn their people's opinions about this war.

The timestamp showed the late hours when they claimed to be working overtime. Inside a black Mercedes, they were lost in a passionate kiss, Shelly's profile clearly visible. In a hot spring pool, they held each other tight in their swimsuits. And finally, the footage in the convenience store showed Shelly placing a box of ultra-thin condoms into her bag. It was the exact same type I found under the bed. The evidence was ironclad, the timeline was seamless, and every image was clear. There was no room for denial. "No! It's all fake!" Shelly let out a piercing shriek, completely falling apart. She roared like a woman possessed, "Emory, you bastard! You scumbag! You set me up! You're going to d

"I'm sorry, Sunshine. Anthony tried to mess with your emotions. But, I'm going to teach him a lesson for doing this. I hope this doesn't make you sad?" Paige shook her head, "No, it doesn't. I already told myself that I won't put my faith in his words." "That is good enough," Zach said and pulled her into his arms. At this time though, a woman pushed open a door and went into an underground house. She turned on the lights in the room, which was very dark, and a woman holding a doll came into her view. She grinned at the woman who was trying to adjust her eyes to the light and asked, "Mrs. Summer's, did you miss me?"

“See, there’s nothing down here.” I stare in unbridled horror at the pale face peering back at me from the concealed shadows beneath my bed. “Ariah, there’s a girl under my bed,” I squeal, pointing frantically. “She’s right there.” Ariah twists around to frown at me. “Hailey, there is nothing but empty duffel bags.” “Ariah, I swear, there’s a girl down there. She’s looking at you.” Ariah stiffens, and her gaze shifts to where I’m pointing. “I don’t see anything.” She blinks a few times before dropping the covers and backing toward me. “Okay, I think we might have discovered your talent.”