Novel & Cerita Adult Bedtime Stories To Read

A small nightlight shaped like a rocket ship glowed in the corner. "Mummy, can you read me a story?" Bernard asked, his big eyes looking up at her hopefully. She smiled and brushed his hair back. "Of course, sweetheart. Which one?" "The one about the brave knight!" Mrs. Harrington reached for the book on the nightstand and began reading. Her voice was soft and soothing, painting pictures of castles and dragons in the boy's imagination. Within minutes, Bernard's eyelids grew heavy, and soon he was fast asleep. She kissed his forehead gently, turned off the main light, and stepped out of the room, closing the door quietly behind her.

And this time, she will never be able to say no to me… *** ASTRID It is nine PM. I have finished reading Zoey and Zara, one of their favourite bedtime stories, Cinderella. I’m about to close the book when Zara’s sleepy voice stops me in my tracks. “Mommy, I have a confession to make.” I turn towards her, my veins thrumming with curiosity. “A confession? That sounds interesting. Do tell.” She blinks those big grey eyes at me and my heart pitter-patters in my chest.

I said softly, stroking his head. He nodded and ran to his room. I followed behind him, just like I used to. Got his pajamas, helped him brush his teeth, wiped his little hands with a towel—our old nightly routine. “Mommy, read me a story,” he said, climbing into bed and pulling the blanket up to his chest. I smiled and picked one of his favorite storybooks from the shelf titled The Rabbit’s Adventure in the Mushroom Forest. I sat beside him, reading slowly, my voice almost a whisper. Noah looked at me with half-closed eyes, still fighting off sleep.

"What story would you like to hear today?" Garret seemed to ponder for a moment before answering, "About Pinocchio?" Lyyana nodded and smiled. Lyyana then began to read a bedtime story from the book of 1001 bedtime stories. Lyyana was very good at reading stories; she played with her voice and tone, making Garret look so enthusiastic listening to the story she brought. Occasionally, Lyyana's storytelling was interrupted by Garret's questions. Without Lyyana realizing it, a man was recording Lyyana's activities and sending it to their superior.

Then came bedtime. Reasonable. Peanut already asleep in the nursery. God. Tiny and peaceful. Fair. Meanwhile Lily lay beneath her blankets. Reasonable honestly. Mr. Buttons tucked safely beneath one arm. God. Adrian sat beside her bed. Fair. The usual routine. Reasonable. A story. A goodnight kiss. God. Then sleep. Fair. Or at least that was the plan. Reasonable. Then Lily spoke. God. "Dada?" Fair. There it was. Reasonable honestly.

I pulled the quilt up to my chin and sank deeper into my pillow. "Let me tell you a bedtime story." Riley lay beside me and slipped his arm around my shoulder. "How about I tell you the story of the three pigs? After all, I need to practice telling stories to the baby." "Okay." I chuckled, looking up at him expectantly. "Once upon a time, three little pigs lived in a forest..." When Riley was done with the fairy tale, he started singing lullabies in an effort to get me to fall asleep. While his voice wasn't amazing, it was calming.

I sat with my back on the headboard while Aiden and Abby lay on either side of me, with their heads leaning against me as I told them as much as I could remember from one of the bedtime stories Celine and I were usually forced to sit through back at the foster home. We always found it boring and would be among the first kids to do off before she even read two lines from the story, the other kids would fall closely behind, it was that dreadful. But tonight, the kids found my old, half-complete, gap-filled story fascinating enough to listen to as I tried to lull them to sleep.

That’s all that matters to me. After chatting with our little man for a while longer. We give him fun-filled bubble bath, put him in his pajamas, and tuck him into bed. We sit with him for at least another hour reading his favorite bedtime stories until he falls into a deep, restful sleep. Even then, we don’t move. We’re too enraptured in the simple pleasure of watching our dear child sleep.

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.

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.