Adult Bedtime Stories To Read Novels & Stories

"Mama. Dada. Luna sleep?" "It's 7 PM, baby. Way past your bedtime." "Story first?" "Always story first." We followed her to her room—no longer a nursery, now a full toddler room with a big girl bed she'd recently transitioned to. "Which book tonight?" Alexander asked. "ALL books!" "We're not reading all the books. Pick three." "Five!" "Three." "Four!" "Deal. Four books." She selected them carefully. "Hungry Caterpillar. Wild Things. Good Night Moon. And... this one!"

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.

' ''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.

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.

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."

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.”

I would be damned if I only instructed them and left. For a million years, my order would only accumulate dirt, as Ethan and Ezra would bury themselves in their video games and Emily would baby Penny. “Mum, tell us a bedtime story.” Ezra pleaded. Defeated, I began my tale of the legendary Wolf's King and his Luna. It happened to be their favourite story, and they never grew weary of it. In less than ten minutes, they were all fast asleep, like wasted adults. I tucked them into bed and watched them sleep for a while before turning off the light.

I sat on the couch, legs tucked under me, mug warming my palms. The cabin glowed with firelight, shadows moved across the ceiling beams and the windows reflected orange flickers, making it feel like we lived inside a lantern. Lily yawned dramatically. “Story,” she demanded. Ethan’s shoulders tightened. “I’m not good at stories.” “You are, daddy,” she insisted. “The reindeer one.” He sighed just then like the weight of the world was small enough to be carried in a bedtime story. He started telling it soon with a low, steady voice. Lily listened, eyes drooping, but she was still smiling.

"It hot chocolate. It will help you sleep." She took one gulp and then rinsed her mouth before easing into bed. I tucked her in. I and Adriano sat by the bedside, both joined in our love for the scared child. Our eyes met a couple of times, but I could not read his emotions. He kept them well guarded. "Can you read me a story, Daddy?" Iris asked. Adriano pulled out a large book from the drawer. "This one? It's one of your favorite." She nodded.

Dave whined. I exhaled deeply, shaking my head firmly. "No, Dave. Not this time of the night. Look at the time; it's already 2 a.m. Don't worry. You and Derek will have plenty of time when you wake up." They pouted their lips and nodded smugly. "How about I read you boys one of your favorite bedtime stories?" Reese suggested with an enticing grin tugging at the corner of his lips. The boy's eyes widened in excitement. "Yes, Daddy! That's a great idea!" They cheered.