609 Bedtime Story Sub Indo Novels & Stories

She said in suggestion. Herzl nods and gets up from the couch. Ciara follows him to his bedroom, where he gets to change into his pajamas. Then they sit down on his bed and Ciara begins to tuck him in. As she does, she asks. “Do you want me to tell you a bedtime story?” “Yes, please…" Herzl uttered, his eyes already beginning to droop as he lay comfortably on his bed. Ciara thinks for a moment before replying. “I'll tell you the story of the three little pigs.” She enounced. Herzl's eyes light up, and he gives a sleepy grin.

After tucking her in and covering her with the comforter, Iliana spoke. "I want a bed-time story mother." "Your father will read one to you. Adam, please read our little dart a bed-time story." Brenda said as both Iliana and Brenda made puppy faces at Adam. "You know I can't refuse you both when you make such faces." Adam said as Brenda and Iliana started laughing. "Okay, okay, be quiet and let this father tell you both an amazing bed time story." "Yes father." "Once upon a time, in a faraway kingdom, there lived a beautiful princess."

] He whispered through the phone. Lalo akong nanghina at napaupo. I sniffed and tried my best to be calm. “Yes, baby, he's sleeping. Bakit ka napatawag?” [I had a dream, Tita. Remember the wolf from the story? It ate Daddy too. I was scared so I ran to the forest.] Malungkot na kwento nito sa akin. Napasinghap ako at yumuko. Tumitig ako sa walang buhay na katawan ni Knythe habang nakikinig sa kwento ng anak niya.

He seemed just woken up. I stood up and lifted him. I slowly rocked him, put his head between my neck. "Not yet, Baby. Go to sleep again." "I can't, Mommy. I miss Daddy's bedtime stories." He murmured. "I'll just tell you a story." I sighed. "What bedtime story do you want?" "It's about the King and Queen. The King left his Queen in the war so the enemy got the Queen." What the hell. "Baby, why-" I stopped speaking when the door opened. He was surprised to see us. Reid dropped from my grasp and ran towards Wright.

Once setting the firewood in place, making the dark room glowed through the orange flame and prepared enough heat to keep the small cabin warm all through the night, she sat by his only son, making herself and her rounded belly comfortable in the soft bed. "My son, it is time to go to sleep. Now, what stories do you wish me to tell you? I have many already prepared for you. Is it about a king? Or how vampires or the werewolves come to exist? Or a princess who falls into a deep slip after being prick by a cursed needle? Which one would you like to hear, my love?" The young boy looked like he was thinking rather hard and his eyebrow scrunched, figuring what stories would be good. After a few m

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.

"What killed you, foolish boy? what can you be talking about? But I'll half-kill you if you don't hurry out of this and come to your supper. I really believe you are getting too lazy to eat. The idea of sleeping the whole afternoon under that turtle's belly!" bamboo, not yet fully awake, stumbled out of the tablet room, and his father locked the iron doors. "So, that's the end of the story. You listened carefully, didn't you?" He asked the children. It's still early in the morning for these stories, my god it's so sleepy. "Sister Vee, it's your turn to tell the story!" They said. "H-Ha? What oum, Kuya James first oh, he has a lot of stories with you today." I said.

He sat on the edge of the bed and kissed the top of her head. “My princess... always smelling wonderful.” He ran a hand through her hair. “What story would you like tonight?” Luna’s face lit up. The Little Mouse, the Red Ripe Strawberry, and the Big Hungry Bear. Edgar picked up the book and read it slowly, changing his voice for each character, just as he always did. When he finished, he closed the book, said a prayer with her, kissed her forehead again, and tucked the blanket around her. “Sleep well, my princess.”

She nodded earnestly, her little face serious as she scrubbed away. We then went to their room, where I helped them into their favorite pajamas. Zenith chose his dinosaur ones, while Zendaya picked her unicorn set. “Alright, into bed you go,” I said, tucking them under the covers. “How about a bedtime story?” Their faces lit up, and they nodded eagerly. I sat on the edge of the bed and began, “Once upon a time, in a vast and endless desert, there was a single seed. This seed was special because it had a dream—to become a beautiful flower.”

I was drained and desired a decent night's sleep. “Yeah. She said we needed to be good kids, and not disturb you any further, which was why we were obedient. Did we do well, mum?” River asked, grinning. “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 favourite Toy Story?” They stayed silent for a long time, sharing glances before River murmured, “Just go to bed, Mum. You don't have to read any stories for us. We will sleep just fine without it.”