Adult Bedtime Stories Book Novels & Stories

I told my beautiful son. And it is that, although he was dying of fatigue, every night he made him fall asleep with one of the thousands of stories that he read. And why deny it? He had become as addicted to reading as his father; he loved to collect books, and although he knew how to read at that time, he enjoyed that I always read to him one or the other before going to sleep. Dylan went to bed, and I began to read the story of the little prince and the rose. He loved that one, but like every day, when he was halfway through the story, he fell asleep.

Her eyelids grew heavier until she finally allowed herself to be tucked into bed. “Story, Mommy?” “Which one would you like?” I perched on the edge of her bed, stroking her hair. “The princess wolf,” she mumbled, eyelids fluttering. I began the familiar tale, watching as Debbie fought valiantly against sleep. By the third page, she had lost the battle, her breathing deep and even. I leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead before standing. Edward waited by the door, watching us with an expression I couldn’t quite decipher. We slipped out of the room, leaving the door slightly ajar as Debbie preferred.

She took a big breath and stared at the ceiling. Shaking her head. She climbed out while turning off the shower. Wrapping the towel around her. Making her way, out of the bathroom. Putting on more comfortable and loose clothes she sat on the bed. Taking out one of her favorite books, ‘The Cabinet of Curiosities (Prendergast, #3) Lincoln Child, Douglas Preston. She was currently on page fifty. It was just past eight. Tiredness stared to overtake her. Leaning back into her pillows she started to doze off. Her eyes started to close, and she fell asleep with her book in her hand.

I say picking her back again into my arms she giggled finding out there's no bath time, she still yawned sleepily. "It's bed time, how about I read you a story" I suggested giving her one more push to regress, she was happy about that. I got her the three piggies story book and began to read it, making the voices, huffing and puffing making her hide behind Zorro sometimes and giggling other times.

I nodded and followed her to our little angels' room. Samantha tucked in Poppy, and I tucked in Violet. Poppy and Violet couldn't sleep without listening to bedtime stories, especially Poppy. I brought out the story we'd be reading tonight, "The Christmas Cookie," since Christmas was just a few weeks away. Samantha and I started reading the story, making it more real by adding sound effects with our mouths. Our little angels giggled, "awwn" ed, and pouted their lips until they fell asleep.

he asked when I finished the first story. I could hear the sleepiness in his voice. One more story and he would probably fall asleep. I didn’t know much about kids, but I figured a nice nap couldn’t hurt. “I would love to read another one,” I told him. I started reading again. I could feel his little head slumping against my arm. His breathing slowed. I finished the last paragraph and slowly closed the book. I waited to see if he moved or said a word. When he didn’t, I knew for certain he was asleep. I very carefully extracted myself from his bed, gently laying his head on a pillow. I found a small blanket on the foot of the bed and covered his little body with it.

She just smiled and said, “I would really love to, but I like reading stories even more. Could you take your fairytale book over to let me read? After that, you can accompany me by my side, do you agree?” “Of course!” In fact, Aino really wanted her mother to keep her accompanied very badly. She wanted her mother to read her a story even more. After the little girl brushed her teeth and washed her face, she took her fairytale book and nestled with her mother under the covers. She then listened to her mother as she read her a story. Half an hour later, the little girl fell asleep. She just slept on her parent’s bed. Sebastian only carried Aino back to her nursery when he returned home at elev

Out of the mouths of babes. "Time's up, sailors," I announced, reaching for the towels. "All hands on deck!" Getting them dried, dressed in pajamas, and settled for story time was its own special chaos. By the time I'd read "Goodnight Moon" (Alexander's choice) and "The Very Hungry Caterpillar" (Ethan's), both boys were finally yawning. "One more story," Ethan pleaded, his eyes already drooping. "Tomorrow," I promised, tucking the blanket around him. "It's late, and growing boys need sleep to get big and strong."

Luke joined us, kneeling and wrapping us both in his arms. “No monsters here, buddy,” Luke said, kissing his curls. “Only superheroes.” “I don’t want to sleep alone,” Eli mumbled. I exchanged a soft look with Luke, who only smiled and nodded. Then you won’t,” I said gently. We headed back to the bathroom, where I filled the tub a little more and slipped in with Eli resting against my chest, his breathing slowing as the warmth soothed him. Afterward, we all curled up in bed, Luke reading Eli’s favorite bedtime story; The Boy and the Silver Lion, a book Zephan had gifted him. Luke read out loud with that deep, calming voice our son loved so much. Eli nestled between us, eyelids drooping.

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.