Pea Under The Mattress Story Novels & Stories

he asked Elias bitterly. “Yes,” Elias muttered, pushing their cart full of instant noodles, off-brand cereal, and exactly two bottles of discount shampoo that smelled like expired melon. They had to share one room. No beds. Just one moldy mattress they found near a dumpster. Era refused to sleep on it at first—until she collapsed from exhaustion and cried herself to sleep with her legs dangling off the side. MJ used his “Taco” shirt as a pillow. Ivy tried to make a blanket out of Walmart plastic bags and finally admitted defeat when they all crinkled louder than her complaints.

He was blocking the door like a high-end doorman with a moral compass. Realizing I wasn’t going to win, “whatever” I sighed dramatically and stormed back upstairs. But did I give up? Absolutely not. I mean I was freaking Kennedie Peterson. I did not fucking give up. I just had to wait a while and a few minutes later, I was climbing out the bedroom window like some kind of cat bugler, but it was worth it. My heel got stuck in the gutter for a second, but I yanked it free and sprinted across the lawn barefoot.

Before they had even made the journey, Lila’s mother had argued that she was allowed to make herself an egg toast and then lounged about in the kitchen to eat it all, making another mug of coffee afterwards, her second coffee of the day. She had moved leisurely, seemingly not even noticing Lila as she had scraped away the ice on her mother’s car windscreen, the heaters inside blasting on full and doing nothing to melt the ice that was freezing Lila’s fingers. Lila’s piggy bank, won at one of her High School’s raffles, had been suspiciously missing yesterday, about a third of Lila’s savings inside, the entire set up placed somewhere prominent and visible to act as a distraction. Her true savi

Everyone went inside their rooms with some small suitcases that were brought here by one of Levias's people. Once I was inside my room I made my way to the bed and as soon as I came in contact with the soft matrices I was out of the cold cause of all the events that happened as they completely drained me. ---M-I-D-N-I-G-H-T--- I was woken up from my slumber cause of screaming and shouting coming from the opposite room. At first, I was confused but suddenly I today's events came to my mind. ------------------------------------ NEET OH, SHIT!!! .......

“If you sleep now, Papi will tell you a special story you’ve never heard.” Ash paused mid-chaos. “What story?” “Secret. The title is… The Sausage Princess Trapped in the Yam Castle.” I groaned. “Seriously.” But Ash looked spellbound. He grabbed his blanket and dragged Pepper along as he dashed into the bedroom. Thirty minutes, five pages, and one absurd fairy tale later — complete with a vegetarian dragon, a talking prata, and a prince who won a flip-flop racing contest — the tiny creature finally passed out.

It was then he got caught by my Mom to be cheating on her. It was a big blow for my Mom because several times he had promised to end the relationship but only for her to find out after a few months that the mistress was transferred to another house only. I was tired seeing their relationship fall apart. And that is why, here I am in a convent trying to have some peace of mind and saving myself from possible heartaches in the future. I don't believe in fairytales anymore. For lovers, it's only once upon a time they were happy, then they end. So here is my story.

…Trayton POV… We switch the basement light on. There is that fucking filthy mattress that she said she slept on; there is no blanket, not even a pillow, only a very thin mattress. Just to the side is a plate with a cup, it is probably in which he gave the bread to her. Then there it is. …MEANWHILE WITH THE GIRLS AT HOME. Emma is going through the pieces of paper that are piled up in front of her, “I have had no luck with a group of cops yet.”

Determined to find something, I quickly retrieved the spare keys and unlocked the door. Inside, nothing seemed suspicious at first glance. But my instincts urged me to search deeper. I looked around everything in her room but I couldn't find anything suspicious. However, as I bent down and looked under the bed, I found a faded brown envelope lying on the ground. Eager to know what it was, I opened it cautiously, and to my surprise, I found some of Emma's important documents. Why would she keep such documents under her bed?. Though this didn't seem particularly suspicious, I couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to uncover. Suddenly, something fell from between the documents I was ho

I had to also pretend to be dumbstruck since I was pretending to be a girl who grew up in a slum and never got to finish high school because her papa was a drug addict. “You mean to tell me people live like this?” I whispered, trying to be in awe “And they stay here for weeks?” “Tell me about it,” Issa said with a smile as she went into the bedroom. I followed her and saw Ivory and Diamond on the bed with a satisfied look on their faces. “It should be illegal for beds to be this soft,” Ivory moaned as the mattress practically swallowed them. "True,” I agreed, sinking down beside them and sighing at how good it felt against my skin. I couldn’t remember when last I slept in a good bed. The bed

I thought that someone was playing a prank especially since we were all sleeping in the living room, two people in one sleeping mat, but instead, my sleeping mate, Hazel, was carefreely bed wetting. The urine expanded from in-between his thighs to the whole mat, just the way petrol draws. I knew he would feel embarrassed so I didn't consider waking him at first, but with the possibility of everyone knowing by the time we wake up the next morning and having the news plastered on the school bulletin for weeks, I decided to wake him up.