Abdl Bedtime Stories Novels & Stories

Chapter 87. Author's Pov. “Go to bed momma. You need to rest.” Hazel’s face dropped as Axel refused to touch her. She watched as he stood up from the bed. Her hand held his wrist and she yanked him further but he didn't move a bit. “Are you really asking me to go to bed now, Daddy?” Axel stared at her hand on his wrist and he pulled his hands off hers gently. He took a seat on the bed and cupped her cheeks into his hands.

Andrew's eyes remained fixed on the documents in front of him as he circled and marked them with a pen. "Daddy, we can't sleep," June said softly. "Daddy, Daddy, can you tell us a bedtime story?" Andrew replied nonchalantly, "No." "Why?" The two children walked over to Andrew and looked up at him. "Mommy always tells us bedtime stories. We can't sleep without bedtime stories." "Just close your eyes and you'll fall asleep," Andrew said. June reached out and tugged at Andrew's clothes. "We tried, but we couldn't sleep."

After Amelia left the nursery, Andrew turned off the lights in the room, leaving only a dim night light. He placed Asher in the small bed and picked up a bedtime storybook. "What story does Asher want to hear? 'The Adventures in the Candy House'?" Andrew asked. Asher shook his little head, sitting up from the small bed. His tiny hands wandered through the bookshelf on the bedside table, finally pulling out a book, "Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves," handing it to Andrew. "Tell this one." Andrew opened the children's storybook and started reading.

" Alexa yawns. (Cooyright:The short story isn't mine. Copied it from a bedstories website. Please rate and comment.love yal.ADIOS.)

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."

A subdued silence enveloped the fireplace after Shango’s story, interrupted only by the occasional chirping of the night crickets. “That does not count as a bedtime story,’’ Babybaby finally found her voice. “It is child,’’ the thunder god answered. “No it’s not’’ Babybaby insisted quite stubbornly. “bedtime stories are supposed to be a nice tales with happy ending, all bedtime fairytales are, like the ones Amaka used to read to me, this one is a stupid story.’’

"Cinderella and the prince lived happily ever after. They became the nicest and fairest ruler to ever live. Dreams do come true, only if you have courage and be kind. And also with a little bit of magic," Abigail said as she finished reading Lenora her bedtime story.

Ronald said in a tired voice which earned a chuckle from Raina. As usual, They were tucking the girls to bed and Ronald was reading their bedtime story to them. He sat on the edge of the bed while Raina was in the middle of the girls' bed, her head against the headboard. Adrie and Alexa cuddled Raina with their tiny arms wrapped protectively around her five-month-old bump. Ronald was frustrated because they refused to fall asleep after reading three bedtime stories to them. "We want to spend more time with Jayden." Alexa pouted as she cuddled Raina's bump the more.

Meg-hen: You are not the only one with a priestly friend and no, boys do not take up even a quarter of our conversation. Me: whatever you say. Goodnight captain Meg-hen: This was the easiest way to make money. I smiled and placed my phone on the bedside drawer before snuggling deeper into my pillow. Falling asleep had become easier since I told Meghan about Freya and the night terrors have reduced considerably.

“You think I am old? Age is just a number. I still believe I am young. You never know, I might even outlive you.” Shiva’s face tensed a little. He looked down, avoiding the old man’s eyes. They stepped out of the store, filled with their own thoughts, and ambled in opposite directions towards their homes. Shiva carried a short-stories collection in his backpack from the shop. Mr. Ben had told him he could take any book from the shop to read. He planned to read it to his sister at night. She loved stories, especially those with happy endings. She loved to imagine herself as a character in those stories and live the happy lives vicariously. This was the only pleasure Shiva could give her – for