609 Bedtime Stories Novels & Stories

Then, I lay beside him once he was fully settled and comfortable. “Mommy, tell me a bedtime story,” “Now?” “Yes. It will help me sleep faster. Also, nobody has told me bedtime stories since you left…” ‘since I left to prison…’ I wanted to say it out loud but I didn’t. The tears I’d been holding accidentally fell out of my eye, and I sniffed discreetly. “Of course.” I cleared my throat and began. “Story, story, story time. There was a far, far away land, and a King ruled a nation known as Anthill, filled with so many people who called themselves Anthillians.”

00 at night, I still have an hour to read this book. “I'm sorry, madam, it's only 09.00 at night, isn't bedtime every 10.00 at night? If I still have an hour and I can't sleep well, that's why I come here to just read a book to relieve boredom. Once again I'm sorry, if I have indeed violated a rule, please don't punish me with severe punishment."

he commented as he took a step forward. Shoving every single thought that was crossing my mind to the farthest place, and swallowing any comment that I could have made about his appearance, I cleared my thoughts. "That's because that's exactly what is going to happen. I'm going to read you a bedtime story,” I said confidently. However, I realized how absurd that sounded as soon as I said it. Can you believe it? The Night Reaper, in his pajamas, having a bedtime story being read to him. The universe would have had to gamble some of the ozone layer just for those words to even be placed in that order.

Dexter's entire body went rigid as he stared at those words. Wesley's fiancee's last name was Vance. My last name was Vance too. Brianna saw the comment too. Back in her dorm, she let out a scream of pure despair. "Why? Why can't I ever measure up to her?" The noise woke people on the same floor. Someone rolled over and cursed. "What is wrong with you? It's the middle of the night. Let people sleep!"

"Serena, Mr. Prescott said you misunderstood." She bit her lip and held the book out to me. "This is the book he reads to me every day. If you're not comfortable with it, you can listen in too." I looked at her and didn't take it. Her voice dropped lower. "Mr. Prescott is really tired, you know. Could you stop pressuring him?" I smiled. "Ms. Hayes, do you know what I'm best at?" "I'm best at making people cough up everything they've swallowed, with interest."

"We were the best, right?" "Yeah. My best." I patted his head, sitting next to him. "So, which bedtime story do you want? The Princess and the Pea? Or your favorite, Toy Story?" They stayed silent for a long time, sharing glances before Powell murmured, "Just go to bed, Mum. You don't have to read any stories for us. We will sleep just fine without it." "What?" I dramatically placed my right palm on my chest. "Are you trying to tell me my babies are all grown? You don't need poor Mum anymore?"

It was Snow White and the seven dwarfs. "Not today baby." Bright said taking the book from my hands. He kept it away on his working table while I stared at him with a confused face. "Why~? You don't want to Bubble to hear bed time stories?" I whined kicking the blankets from my body. Though my body was paining so bad, my stubbornness didn't leave me Bright gently put the blanket over me again, tucking me in. I felt like a burrito among the thick blankets. "How about I take care of mommy tonight?" he asked caressing my hair. I closed my eyes the second his fingers touched my scalp. His long fingers slid through my hair skillfully massaging there. "Where is it hurting now?"

The kids were all in their beds, perfectly tucked in and wearing their pajamas! "I told you they were sleeping," I heard his voice from behind me. I spun around, ready to ask if he'd remembered to brush their teeth, but he beat me to it. "And yes, their teeth have been brushed, their hands and faces washed, and I even read them a bedtime story," he added, motioning to the children's book on the nightstand. A bedtime story? The kids don’t usually care for bedtime stories. We only resort to them when they can’t sleep. Most nights, they fall asleep as soon as their heads hit the pillows. So, hearing that Ronan actually read to them was a bit of a surprise.

Yuna almost burst out laughing. … When it was time for bed, Yuna lulled the two kids to sleep. Laying in Yuna's arms, Nathaniel soon fell asleep. But Nathaniel was still awake. He said, "Mommy, you can stop now. Bedtime stories are for Nat. I don't need to hear them." Yuna closed the book and touched his forehead. "Are you not able to sleep?" "Yeah. Mommy, did you have a fight with him again?" Yuna froze.

He missed her too much. Anthony was speechless. Charmine offered, “I’ll tell you some bedtime stories, then?” “Okay! Hehe!” Chris leaned into her arms obediently. Charmine then picked up a storybook with her clear voice ringing, “One day, Adam made a robot friend. The robot ran with him…” Her voice was gentle and soothing, almost hypnotic, so much so that Chris somehow fell asleep in her arms as he listened. Charmine put him down carefully and draped the blanket over him.