The Last Goodnight Novels & Stories

I love you’s popping up more often lately, always paired with heart emojis and kissing faces. Good-night messages that ended with sweet dreams and reminders that he was thinking of me. Every single one was kind. Every single one was real. Every single one made the guilt on my chest feel heavier. I scrolled all the way to his last message from tonight...a simple, Frank: Goodnight, handsome. Can’t wait to see you soon. And my thumb hovered over the keyboard for what felt like an eternity, my heart racing in the quiet.

To make up for it, he turned back and repeated a promise. "I'll definitely go to the old house to see you tomorrow." The next day, he broke his promise anyway. I sat on the couch in the old house, looking at my phone. Twelve hours left. A local news alert popped up. Kayla had appeared at a new project launch, with Lawrence standing behind her. Thinking about the promise he had made yesterday, I let out a self-deprecating smile. If he knew these were the last 12 hours with me, would he still break his promise?

That’s why Ethan didn’t expect trouble when his best man, Daniel, clapped him on the shoulder that evening and said, “Tonight, you’re officially a bachelor for the last time. We’re taking you out.” Ethan raised a brow. “You know I hate surprises.” Daniel grinned. “Which is exactly why we planned one.” Ethan sighed but smiled anyway. “Fine. But nothing wild. Maya’s got enough on her plate.” Daniel crossed his heart. “Just a few drinks. No drama.” Famous last words. Later That Night—The Penthouse Lounge The private rooftop bar buzzed with quiet laughter and the low thump of music. Ethan’s closest circle—Daniel, Jace, Victor, and two of his old college friends—sat around a sleek black table fil

You're in every single dream🎶 And I'm thinking about you🎶 If you wanna do,do,do me right 🎶 Do,do,do,do,do🎶 If you wanna leave it all tonight 🎶 Do,do,do,do,do🎶 When there's nothing left🎶 Except you and this🎶 Champagne kisses🎶 Champagne kisses🎶 The night quickly went by and past midnight, Damon and I thanked the guests for coming as the catering crew started cleaning up. Matt and Taylor volunteered to stay and help to clean up, but Damon refused, telling them they've done so much already, and they rather chill for one last night cap. After they had their fun, they decided to go back to the hotel and promised they'll meet up tomorrow just before they leave for home. Quinton and I were

I'd been with Leo Blackwood for five years. But we'd never once made it through a mating ceremony. Every time we were about to seal the bond, something would happen with Linda—his adopted sister. And every single time, Leo would leave me behind. This time, he swore he'd planned everything down to the last detail. Promised he wouldn't miss it. I waited five days and five nights—because I wanted to tell him I was pregnant. He never showed. Instead, I got attacked by rogues. Got infected with wolfsbane because of it. At the very last moment, I called Leo. It was Linda who picked up. She put the video on, and that's when I saw it—Leo and Linda, right in the middle of some celebration. "Freya." H

The Final Night On the last evening, all one hundred men gathered on the main deck under a canopy of stars. Lila was placed in the center on a specially built platform. For hours they used her in every combination imaginable. She was passed from man to man, every hole constantly filled. The air was thick with the heavy scent of sex and ocean salt. The wet sounds of her body being relentlessly fucked mixed with the crash of waves against the hull.

However, neither my parents, my brother, nor Joel answered my calls. Suddenly, a message from Joshua popped up on the screen. "Don't come to Aurora Bay with us. You'll make Yvette sad if you do." Tears spilled from the corners of my swollen eyes. I should've known better than to expect anything from them. In the end, I dialed for emergency services. Each second dragged on like a lifetime. My airway tightened, and breathing became a chore. I could barely hold on to direct the rescue team to my street. When the storage room door finally opened, everything went dark.

“Rent it out. You’ll still get to keep it, and you’ll generate income.” “That is a good idea,” I say and set my phone down, trading it for a piece of pizza. I’m feeling pretty sleepy by the time our show ends, and Lucas carries me upstairs. We get ready for bed and then climb under the covers together. Lucas clicks on the heated blanket and takes me in his arms. “I love you.” “I love you, too,” I reply sleepily. We snuggle up, and despite the shitstorm that is currently my life, I fall asleep fast.

According to what I had observed, she was not in the mood; however, despite the fact that he appeared to be very horny and desired her, she declined his advances. I overheard her responding to him with "no. not tonight. I am just not in the mood for this right now." He huffed in annoyance and then pulled her hand and placed it on his dick while saying, "but I want you tonight. Because I have a tour tomorrow, I would really appreciate it if you could spend the night with me." However, she did not agree and emphasized each word that came out of her mouth as she stated, "No, I said no. What kind of an idiot are you trying to be?"

I made coffee with shaky hands, then finally picked up my phone and called Kendra. She answered on the third ring, voice bright and sleepy. “Babe? It’s literally ten in the morning on a Saturday. Are you dying?” I swallowed hard. “I slept with the guy I delivered to last night at his Penthouse, his name is Adrian.” I said it like I was reading a script. Dead silence. Then a loud squeal that made me pull the phone away from my ear. “Wait — what?! Lena, tell me you’re joking right now!”