Adult Nighttime Stories Novels & Stories

Razor wouldn't even spar with Gia thus inflating her ego even more. Once all the children were bathed, we followed them downstairs for their bedtime snack & story. This had become a routine in our house. Every night, after baths, I made the kids a snack tray that consisted of meats, cheeses & fruits. Ray made them chamomile tea, & we told them a story while they had their snacks. It was my clever way of teaching them their history while they were still young. Usually Ray told the stories, since he had lived through the majority of them, but sometimes I told them, since werewolf & witch history literally lived in my DNA. Once the snack tray was ready, we gathered in the den infront of the fir

Lucas narrows his eyes, he has never hear Douglas speak before. He must really be scared. " It is dangerous to travel in the dark", Tobi replies, he crouches on the ground and traces the dirts with his fingers. " indeed, traveling at night is very dangerous, we travel by day and hide by night", Tarah suggests, she picks the sharpened wood twirling around as her weapon. Lucas leans against the truck, he frown and glances at Emily. Smelling something awful, he glance around, sniffing the air.

Once setting the firewood in place, making the dark room glowed through the orange flame and prepared enough heat to keep the small cabin warm all through the night, she sat by his only son, making herself and her rounded belly comfortable in the soft bed. "My son, it is time to go to sleep. Now, what stories do you wish me to tell you? I have many already prepared for you. Is it about a king? Or how vampires or the werewolves come to exist? Or a princess who falls into a deep slip after being prick by a cursed needle? Which one would you like to hear, my love?" The young boy looked like he was thinking rather hard and his eyebrow scrunched, figuring what stories would be good. After a few m

Nathaniel said. “Another one! Another one!” Sebastian requested. Alisa nodded with a smile. “You want another story, Ali?” Nathaniel asked his daughter. Alisa nodded. “I can’t hear you, baby.” Alisa swayed her body at first, then spoke. “Another one!” Nathaniel chuckled, pinching Alisa’s cheek lightly. “Good girl.” They hadn’t seen Serena yet, so they eagerly listened to another story. The last book Nathaniel read was 'Goodnight Moon.' It was the perfect story to get them ready for bed. As he read, he changed his tone and pointed to the items mentioned in the book. By the time he was done, the kids were satisfied.

I smile at my daughter and say, “Over medium, please.” Then she looks at Gabriel, fighting a smile. “Can you eat better than you can dance?” The girls erupt into laughter, and Gabriel holds his hands up in defeat. “Look at it this way, ladies: I gave you a great story.” Britanya looks between me and Gabriel and winks. “Doesn’t seem like the story’s over.”

She leaned down and sucked one of Belle's nipples into her mouth, biting just hard enough to make Belle gasp and squirm under her. Then she moved to me, doing the same, sucking hard on my nipple while her fingers pinched Belle's other nipple. Her fingers reached for the nightstand candle that had been lit in the room before her arrival and held it above Belle's chest, tilting it till hot wax dripped on Belle's breasts. "Ahh, yes", Belle whimpered softly, arching her back against the bed. With a smirk, she did the same to me, letting the wax land just above my hard nipples, the stinging heat blooming into pleasure as the wax cooled and hardened.

ASTRID It’s three minutes past midnight and I just put my baby girls to sleep after reading two chapters of their favorite children’s book — Jack And The Giant Bean. They stayed awake, refusing to sleep until I returned. I had to give them a bath and tuck them in myself. Between Zoya almost chewing the tiny wing off her duckie and Zara splashing water all over the place, coupled with my exhaustion, I almost suffered a goddamn stroke right there in the bathroom.

Micah cracked one eye open and grumbled, “Where’s my bedtime story?” Adrian scooped him up, kissed his sandy hair. “I’ll tell you one.” Zaya reached for me, sleepy and small and safe. I carried her inside, her head tucked under my chin — her soft breaths a promise that the future could be gentle, if we let it. We lay curled together in that tiny beachside cabana, the windows cracked open to let in the hush of the waves. Adrian’s voice drifted through the dark, telling the children about two wolves and two sisters and the lie that became a truth that saved them all.

She responded, and I could feel it; my heart swelled with happiness. "What story do you want us to read for you, Axel?" I asked the moment we got inside his room, and her mom reminded him to brush his teeth, and he was jumping while he went inside his bathroom while I took Megan in my arms, and we hugged each other until Axel came back, and he was showing us his white teeth. We read the stories of Jack and the Beanstalk and The Red Riding Hood, and then I smiled when he was yawning. "Good night, Dad and mom, and thank you, I am so happy tonight, and I couldn't wait to tell Kim that my mom and dad read me stories." He said, and I tucked him on his bed, and we kissed him good night.

the little girl responds. "You've heard that story almost every night, Sweetheart." Kimmy stays quiet. The little girl playfully rolls her eyes as if contemplating what other story she'd like to hear tonight. "Okay. In that case, I choose Rapunzel and Aurora," she says. Even though she has her own room, Kaivan still spends time with Kimmy every night. He reads stories to her or simply chats until the Snow Princess falls asleep. Like tonight, after reading two stories, the beautiful daughter finally dozes off. After finishing his duties, Kaivan dimly adjusts the lamp and kisses Kimmy's forehead before returning to the main bedroom. He approaches Anne, who is still busy removing her makeup.