#bedtimestories

That’s My Auntie Monica

My Parents Wedding 💒

♟️

Watch your approach

Rapping nigga

Dint get killed nigga

Like I said

I don’t know 🤷🏾‍♂️ you

Or your music 🎼

I don’t give a fuck

You ain’t nobody

Amen 🙏🏾

Ok well hallelujah

Fix ya face

The fuck wrong with you UGLY Ass Niggas

Tryna fight your momma battle

Who gone put her on Tv 📺 nigga

I thought 💭 someone was filming better than Terrell Thomas

What she a rival

Well show it 📺 nigga

Fuck taking her so long

Graduation

I’m Terrell Thomas, Joyce son

Who the fuck are you

You strong like you suppose to be someone to Terrell Thomas

Nigga I’m Terrell Thomas

The fuck your mother gone do nigga

📺 where

You know me from where Bitch

Bitch I’ll shoot all them niggas up

Bitch Try Terrell Thomas Joyce Son

The fuck ain’t you comprehending

You need a professor ?

I’m the famous ones

You the nobody

Facebook

Nooo you not flipping Hollywood into a facebook group of your victimized sorry that just begin when Terrell Thomas hit the tv 📺 screen

My fame is causing her so much ????

Da fuck she was playing basketball 🏀 In the 90’s

Fr before you get your ass killed out here

Nobody co signs these nobody gun carrying niggas

I don’t give a fuck what the force is Nigga I will Kill You

So go find you something safe to be a victim of because you ain’t shii to Terrell Thomas nor is your wannabe music 🎼 careers

You will never have to worry about us every attending your shows

So ain’t no way you got rival

You and that delusion can get the fuck on

Still taking shots from that failed basketball 🏀 career

Not too vicarious

You might need a job

It’s music now

Then lemme guess movies 😎

Ain’t no bitch ass nigga back up plan

Nigga I’m on that entertainment climb

Da fuck you think 💭 I’m

What the fuck

Forreal

Jail nigga

You will be in jail

Nobody has thoughts of nothing for you

Give a fuck about your gang your rap song

Nothing nothing at all for you

I’m not 🆕 to Diss

Good luck

People usually play the victim after they got they ass whooped so

The Prince and the Cursed ForestIn a kingdom bathed in eternal sunlight, Prince Valen hears the whisper of an ancient legend: a beautiful princess trapped as a stone statue, guarded by the fearsome dragon Kryx in the heart of a cursed forest. Armed with nothing but his sword and an unshakeable belief in love he has never known, Valen ventures into the twisted woods.What begins as a daring rescue becomes something far greater. Facing the dragon not with blind fury but with compassion, Valen lowers his blade and in that single act of mercy, breaks a curse that binds them all. The forest blooms. The dragon becomes a friend. And Prince Valen and Princess Dianka begin a reign of peace, wisdom, and renewal.But peace is never the end of the story.As years pass, the forest begins to remember… and then to imagine. Old wounds stir not as danger, but as possibility. New paths appear. A shimmering doorway opens to countless versions of what could have been and what might still be. Together, the prince, the princess, and the dragon must face their greatest challenge yet: a living story that refuses to stay written.Will they cling to the tale they know, or step forward into a future where even the forest itself is still becoming?A timeless fairy tale of courage, redemption, and the quiet power of choosing understanding over fear—The Prince and the Cursed Forest reminds us that no darkness is eternal, no monster beyond reach, and no ending is ever truly final.

Wandering Relics – Chapter 2: The House with the Green Wall and the Window that Lets in the Sea Breeze | Audiobook

"For the first time in my life, I stepped into a real house – one that breathed, that held memories, that bore the scratches of years on its walls."

A quiet orphanage in the northern countryside. Eighteen years of waiting for a miracle that never came. And then, the last bus brought a young person to the city by the bay – Mina drömmars stad, the City of Dreams.

Chapter 2 opens the first door of comfort: the small house with the moss‑green wall, Mrs. Ann – the woman with auburn hair and kind eyes behind round spectacles. From the hallway drifts an old waltz; from the kitchen, the scent of toasted bread and barley porridge.

This is not a story of grand wonders. It is about a white bed, a window that lets in the sea wind, and a heart that is finally allowed to lie down without fear of being turned away.

"You have a very particular kind of silence. Not silence born of fear – but silence born of having watched long enough to know when to speak."

Listen. Feel that rare peace. And begin the journey of someone who, though empty‑handed, still dares to dream of a place to belong.

🎧 Press play. Let the city speak.

“You gonna fuck me or what?”

“Shhh. Patience.” Namjoon kisses his cheek. “Always so mouthy.”

“It's ‘cause I want you to- ah- stop dilly dallying.”

Yoongi squirms where he’s pinned under the younger, huffing in frustration.

“Wanna take my time, babe.” He laughs softly at Yoongi’s responding glare.

“You know you love it when we have slow and passionate sex-”

“You make me sound so vanilla.”

“Well we’re definitely not, and you know it.” Namjoon boops him on the nose.

Yoongi flushes as he remembers the time Namjoon had tied him up and done things to him that would make anyone blush.

Multiple times, actually.

He fights off the remaining blush in his face, instead choosing to lean up and bite his boyfriend’s shoulder.

“Ow! What the fuck, hyung?” He yelps, rubbing the sore spot which now has teeth marks in it.

“Told you I wanted you to hurry up.”

Namjoon snuffles into his neck, peppering a few kisses there, licking hot at his neck, making Yoongi arch.

“Take your pants off already,” Yoongi bites out.

“So needy,” Namjoon purrs.

And oh.

That certainly sparks a wave of heat low in his belly.

“God you’re so hot,” Yoongi groans, pulling him into a deep kiss.

Namjoon hums into the kiss. Its messy, wet open mouthed kisses, drool stretching between them when they pull back.

Namjoon pulled back, sitting up to pull his sweatpants off, leaving him in just his black briefs.

“Now we’re getting somewhere,” Yoongi says, licking his lips.

Yoongi’s hands land on Namjoon’s hips, his thumbs digging into the side of his hip bone.

He kisses at a sunkissed thigh, nipping softly at the skin there.

“Shit- Yoongi-” he groans.

“Nobody believes a liar, even when he tells the truth.” — The Boy Who Cried Wolf, from Santa’s Fables

📖 This timeless fable comes alive in Santa’s Fables, a magical collection of classic Aesop & Panchatantra stories for children.

🎅✨ Perfect for parents, teachers, and children 📚 Teach truth, trust, and character — one bedtime story at a time.