Adult Bedtime Stories Free Novels & Stories

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. "Did you enjoy the story?" I asked when I saw how drowsy Hayley looked. "I did…" Hayley said with sleepy eyes. I smiled, glad that reading her a bedtime story had been successful. I brushed her hair gently, making sure she was comfortable and warm. As her eyes started to droop, I turned off the light and whispered a goodnight prayer. "You'll sleep peacefully and with no fear. No monsters

Just like the Sun. I remember the story from my childhood. My favorite story my mother used to read to us at bedtime. I couldn’t help but reminisce. *** “Mama, can you read us a bedtime story?” Leena said while we were preparing to sleep. Mama couldn’t see me and I just kept listening. “What do you want to hear?” Mama smiled. “Leena, I like that story of The Sun and The Moon,” I said and Leena smiled with excitement. “Mama, we like The Sun and The Moon!” Mama nodded and smiled softly.

When she got there, Aida was already asleep while Ava was awake, staring at nothing. " Ava, my dear " Lena called and the little girl turned. Seeing it was her, she quickly looked away. Lena walked up to the bed and sat down beside her. " Why aren't asleep yet? Do you want me to read bedtime stories for you? " " I can read you your favorite, "The Princess and the Frog", hmm? " She waved the book before her with a giggle but Ava only turned her back on her and covered herself with a duvet. Lena let out a sad sigh and kept the book back.

Arianne, in return, found it novel to be so free and unfettered by chores at this time. Mark even seemed to have a unique technique in telling bedtime stories. Instead of telling Smore tales of adorable woodland critters like rabbits and foxes, or sheep and wolves, or any fairytale at all, Mark went for history lessons! Smore could not understand a single thing he said, and soon, he became so bored that his mind checked out. Arianne was stunned wordless as she watched them. When she was on bedtime story duty, Smore would ask for, not one, but several bedtime stories altogether. The boy even had the gall to make her not repeat any tale she had told before!

I wished I could make them happy, always. Blake dried them off and dressed them in their pajamas. He carried them to their beds, and I followed him. We tucked them in and kissed their foreheads. We told them a bedtime story, of how an Alpha king fell in love with a human princess, and how they lived happily ever after. The kids enjoyed the story and asked us questions. We answered them and smiled. We told them we loved them, and they said they loved us too. They closed their eyes and fell asleep. We left their room and went to ours. We changed into our night clothes and got into bed, feeling both physically and emotionally exhausted.

"I'm glad you loved it" "Mummy, please can you tell me another story?" "You need to go bed first. Tomorrow, I will tell you the Dangerous adventures of Zach" "Really? I'll be waiting then. Good night mom"

He is uncomplicated and warm and asking nothing I am not ready to give, and the city is golden outside and my children are with Adèle and I have been turning down things that are meant for me for long enough. "Friday," I reply. His smile is immediate and genuine and it does not calculate anything on the way to his face. "Friday is perfect," he agrees. I pick up the children from Adèle at seven. Bath time. Lavender negotiations. Ace's rubber duck submarine. Grey's structural documentation. Willa presiding from the far end of the bathtub with composed authority. I put them to bed. Ace narrates his own bedtime story, which defeats the purpose of reading but his version is honestly better.

I never planned for anything to happen. I was just spending the weekend at my best friend’s house like I’d done a hundred times before. But this time felt different. Emily had fallen asleep early after we binge-watched movies. Her mom was out of town for work, so the house was quiet except for the low hum of the TV downstairs. I couldn’t sleep. Too hot, too restless. I crept out of her room in just an oversized t-shirt and panties, hoping to grab some water from the kitchen.

But there was no guilt, no shame. We had moved past it… at least he had. For me, it became all I could think about. Every night, as soon as the lights went off, I thought about sneaking into his room again, and instead of walking away, I fantasized about getting filled with his big cock. I thought about what it would feel like to have him buried deep inside me with his fingers curling around my hair.

He said he was going to kill me after fucking me. My mind grew lighter, my thoughts became hazier, and I almost didn’t notice the way his body shifted. Moving away from mine.He removed his hand and backed away.It took me a few seconds to realize that he wasn’t standing on top of me anymore. And then I felt his touch on the insides of my legs.“Tell me, puppy, why do you sleep naked?” His voice was gentle, and so was his touch.“Because it makes your sleep better.”A spank landed on my thigh.“And is good for your skin,” I continued.Spank hit the other one as well.“Now, puppy, tell me again.” He took a break. “But this time without lying.”I grinned. If he wasn’t a fucking killer, we would’ve gott