609 Bedtime Story Sub Indo の小説・ストーリー

A while later, after he finally fell asleep, Sylvia also shut her eyes. … The next night, Sylvia came to their room and slept with them again. The bedtime story she chose today was about a child being independent and sleeping alone. She concentrated on delivering the story but Isabel fell asleep before the story even ended. Liam, on the other hand, listened to the end before he closed his eyes and hugged his mother to sleep. Sylvia kissed the two little angels on the cheeks before she, too, shut her eyes. … Three days went by in the blink of an eye, and today would be the deadline that Odell had set.

" Now, close your eyes and listen as your Superman read an amazing story to you " Without thinking twice, the little girl placed her head on Denzel's chest, close her eyes, and circled her hands around his stomach. Denzel grabbed his phone and searched for a bedtime story online. He became confused scrolling up multiple stories and didn't know which one to choose. " Daddy " " Yes, Ava " " What is the name of the story you want to tell me? " The cold man finally made a decision. " It's called 'THE UGLY DUCKLING' "

Rezon always appeared perfect in front of others, but tonight he looked so fragile. After dinner was over, Abigail whimpered to be accompanied to her room for a bedtime story. Moza fulfilled the little girl’s wish. She sat on the edge of the bed, reading the fairy tale "The Princess and the Magic Lake" from her phone. Moza’s calm voice and steady reading rhythm soon lulled Abigail to sleep. Her breathing became regular, and her expression looked peaceful in slumber. After making sure Abigail was sound asleep, Moza carefully pulled away. She gazed at Abigail’s face for a moment, touched that the little girl trusted her so much.

Surprisingly, the man had agreed to my daughter’s request without a hint of hesitation and the pair of us had laid down on either side of Abby. He indulged in her next request with a bedtime story, albeit a rather peculiar one. I had expected a fairy tale along the lines of Little Red Riding Hood or Sleeping Beauty, but his tale was about a werewolf. Not the most appropriate story for inducing a sleepy child, but Abby was listening with wide, fascinated eyes, so my mouth remained shut on the matter. Well, those eyes were wide about five minutes ago. Now, her eyelids slowly blinked up and down while she crashed from the exciting and scary events of the day. Soren’s voice resonated in low tone

"You don't want to tell me what's wrong Arya..did daddy scold you again? tell me and I'll go teach him a big lesson" Arya chuckled and helped him lay back down, she took the space beside him and took the bed time storybook.. "How about a bedtime story Ray.. hmm a trip to dreamy land.. such a catchy title" "It's my favorite story" Arya flipped the book open and started reading it out for Ray.. few minutes after Ray yawned and snuggled closer to Arya.. Arya's phone beeped, she peeped at Ray's sleeping face and carefully detached him from her to avoid waking him up..

"What story would you like to hear today?" Garret seemed to ponder for a moment before answering, "About Pinocchio?" Lyyana nodded and smiled. Lyyana then began to read a bedtime story from the book of 1001 bedtime stories. Lyyana was very good at reading stories; she played with her voice and tone, making Garret look so enthusiastic listening to the story she brought. Occasionally, Lyyana's storytelling was interrupted by Garret's questions. Without Lyyana realizing it, a man was recording Lyyana's activities and sending it to their superior.

Meher's p.o.v "At the end, the mother became stronger and taught a good lesson to the devil who tormented her. Finally, the mother and her little son lead a peaceful life," I finished the story and looked at my son who is in deep sleep snuggling into my chest. It's night time and I was telling Mehrab a bedtime story. It has become his habit to hear stories from me. I looked at the clock and it's 9:30 p.m. Sehreyar hasn't returned from the office and I am not waiting for him either.

Then, reaching over to the nightstand, I picked up one of his favorite bedtime books. It was a colorful children’s storybook with both Filipino and English text, the kind you might find in a fancy bilingual preschool. The illustrations were vibrant and nostalgic—it reminded me of the bedtime stories I used to read back home, the kind with halaman and duwende, and characters who said “po” and “opo” while helping their lola carry vegetables. Who would have thought I would be reading a bedtime story for children? Life is really unpredictable. I hesitated at the English section.