Novel & Cerita Adult Bedtime Stories Book

I tucked him in snugly, sitting beside him as he snuggled under his blankets. “Mummy, can you read me a story?” He asked me as he yawned, his eyes already growing heavy with sleep. I chuckled at this. No matter how sleepy Jameson got, he would never forget our bedtime story tradition. “Of course, sweetie.” I said softly and then pulled out a storybook from the shelf. It was his favourite that I had read to him countless times before. “Once upon a time...” I began to read, and by the time I was done a few minutes later, his eyes had fluttered shut, and he was now sound asleep.

Some hours later:- Trisha closed the bedtime story book. She looked at her son, who was sleeping soundly beside her. It was their daily routine. Rain likes to hear stories before sleeping. Before, he didn't have to do that because back in their apartment, Rain preferred Zee instead of Trisha to read the story for him. "His mom doesn't know how to read the story in a cool way," he explained. Trisha pecked her son's brow, admiring his sleeping form.

Chapter 20: Intrusive questions Kathleen’s P.O.V I tucked her into the soft, cozy bed. I then dimmed the lights before sitting by her bed and reading her bedtime story from my phone. I wasn’t used to searching bedtime stories and didn’t really have an idea of what kids would like, so I chose the first story that came up on the internet, not really focusing on what it was about, but in the end, it did turn out to be an interesting story about friendship, as explained by two cute bunnies.

It is a few minutes past 7:30 pm and we are preparing to go to bed. We sleep pretty early because we wake up so early too. I and Laura have been at home since she got back from school. We had a nice daddy-and-daughter time and I enjoyed every bit of it. As usual. Since we both lost her mom, I have worked extra hard to distract myself from all the pain of losing my beautiful wife. So I am grateful for and excited about every opportunity I get to spend time with my daughter. I give her a hot shower, get her dressed in her pyjamas and lay my little princess to sleep. Just as I’m about to step out of her room, I hear her cute tiny little voice say “Daida please can you read me a bedtime story a

Especially Benjamin, he loved her a little more every day. "Alright, Hannah, it's time for us to rest." Amanda smiled and stood up holding her daughter. This little girl seemed to be getting fatter every day, her arms ached from carrying her. Benjamin followed, standing up, "Wife, I'll take Hannah to sleep and tell her a bedtime story while I'm at it. You rest here." Amanda handed her daughter to him, "Okay, it's easier for you to coax Hannah to sleep." Hannah smiled sweetly, "Mommy, when Daddy tells stories, his expressions become more and more expressive. Daddy tells the story of the Little White Rabbit the most vividly. Daddy's voice is so nice to listen to. I'm purely lulled to sleep by

I declined into the chair, my eyes scanning the room. Ella did the last button of Ivy's pajamas and smiled at me. I flashed a signal to Ella to help me out and she laughed, her fingers pointing to a nearby shelf in the room where all of Ivy's bedtime stories were arranged. I walked over to the shelf and picked a book barely glancing over to see it's contents. I sat back into my chair and was about reading when I skimmed it through the first chapter. The story was about a frog who dared to dream, going on an whimsical adventures. “I'm going to be telling you the story of the frog who dared to dream that he could change the frogville.”

Brushed her teeth and got ready for bed. Shayla lay down beside her on the bed. Angel curled up close. Rested her head on Shayla's shoulder. Grayson sat in the chair beside the bed. Picked up a storybook from the nightstand. He started reading. A fairy tale. About a princess and a knight and a dragon. His voice was soft. Soothing. Perfect for bedtime. Angel's eyes started getting heavy. Drooping. Closing. Within fifteen minutes, she was asleep. Breathing slow and steady. Peaceful.

' ''mmhhhmm' 'Words Eddy.' 'No, can you please read a story to me?' 'That's good, I will read your favorite story book' 'Yes please' I am going to miss tucking him to bed, I looked at the time on my phone it what 7:30. My flight is at 11:00 pm I dread the eight hours flight. He must be tired after all that play with Nic, I placed him gently on the bed and sat beside him with his favorite bedtime storybook. 'My dad is a hero' he chose the book himself when we went to the bookshop.

“I’ll tell you lots of stories until you fall asleep.” Her little nod nestled into the crook of my neck. And just like that, my world stopped spinning. I tucked her into bed beside me, wrapping the covers around her small frame. She curled into the pillow with expectant eyes, and I began to speak—spinning a tale about brave princesses who conquered beasts with the power of kindness, about noble knights who protected those who couldn’t protect themselves. As I spoke, her eyelids began to droop. Her breathing slowed. The weight of the day finally began to lift from my shoulders, replaced by the soft, rhythmic rise and fall of her chest beside me.