Pea Under The Mattress Story Novels & Stories

Mara says, without looking up, “I once hid a stolen peach pit in a pillow seam for nine months.” Caleb looks at her. “That was you?” “You reported the missing peach.” “I thought someone would choke.” “I was growing a tree, Caleb.” He almost smiles. Almost. The wall hesitates. CONVERSATIONAL NORMALIZATION DETECTED. Then my stomach cramps. The child shifts toward the gate. Hard. The wall forgets everyone else. FETAL MOTION DETECTED. My skin goes cold. Sarah sees the text. “No.” The city does not care what she forbids.

•••FEW MONTHS LATER••• 2 sleeping figure tangled in each other could be seen on the bed when a smaller one peeks through the door Slowly entering, footsteps so quiet that the sleeping figures couldn’t hear “Wakey Wakey” the smaller figure jumped on the bed and a groan was heard after “That’s your daughter” Mia who was one of the sleeping persons says as her eyes flutters open , Carl groans “You pushed her out” he argued back turning to face her…love swirling in his eyes…years had passed but the love was still strong

He said with a bit of annoyance in his voice. "I'm sorry." I mumbled. "But I promise, I didn't take the poison. I saw it under the mattress, thought it wasn't suppose to be there and was about to bring it to Mom but all of a sudden, the darkness just took me and I fell down. I promise, I didn't take any poison." I defended myself and apologize at the same time.

I didn't think her mum would still leave her after all her cold attitude and the little drama I displayed as well. Instincts told me to look under the bed. I did. And there was Kieran, snoring. Quickly, I changed into my pyjamas and then tried to wake him. “Hey, Kieran." I whispered even though I could hear the shower running. “They are gone, Kieran. You can't sleep here."

I can’t remember the last time I didn’t have to use a mattress or just sleep on a stone floor like I had in the basement. The last time I slept on an actual bed, with blankets to keep out the cold night air, was back when the Kingdom of Eris walls still stood. Before the walls fell. Before King Sven took everything we ever knew and threw us into this endless nightmare. “Graciou Cessi, it’s so soft. I want to live here forever,” Katniss laughs as she bounces on the bed. And it makes my heart swell with warmth. The only problem is there is only one bed. “I will take the floor. You can take the bed,” I tell her.

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.

PROLOGUE Oops! I Slept in the Wrong Bed Some mistakes can be fixed with a simple apology. Some can be erased by simply forgetting they ever happened. But what if one mistake became the beginning of a story you never expected? Maeve Quinn Ramos is a hardworking, playful, and delightfully absent-minded college student who has just moved into a condominium near her university. Burdened by endless school requirements, sleepless nights, and a schedule that never seems to slow down, all she wants is to find a comfortable bed where she can finally get a good night's sleep.

she crawled underneath the bed and not too long after the sound of the front door crashing open filled the room. They were inside the apartment. I covered my mouth with my hand to muffle out my cries. The sound of heavy footsteps slowly made it's way to the bedroom until I could see them through the small peephole in the closet. Suddenly the man reached under the bed and grabbed my mother. I wanted to scream out but I remembered her warnings and kept my mouth shut, while tears streamed downy cheek. “Elizabeth?” The man asked and my mother frantically nodded her head. The man brought out a picture, and showed it to my mum.

Phoebe thought back to what happened last time and concluded she did lack conclusive evidence. All of a sudden, she spotted something under the bed from the corner of her eyes. 'What's that?' She quickly put Joey down and strode over before bending down to pick up a pair of rumpled pajamas and lace-trimmed underwear from under the bed. She zoomed in the camera lens of her evidence while laughing maniacally. "Hahaha! I found the evidence! Pray tell, what's all this doing under the bed if you two didn't do the hanky-panky as you said?"

_*]:min-w-0"> POV: Emilia Greco _*]:min-w-0"> The box under my bed held three years of documentation. _*]:min-w-0"> I sat on my dorm room floor at 3 AM, surrounded by printed screenshots, recorded conversations, and testimonies from Ian's victims that I'd been collecting since we were fifteen. Every manipulation. Every lie. Every person he'd destroyed for entertainment or strategic advantage. _*]:min-w-0">