Adult Nighttime Stories Novels & Stories

The boy is having a nightmare. I want to help. I want to wake him up. I want to flip him over so his nose is not in the pillow. But I couldn't do anything. I have been watching him for forty-one nights. His mother tucks him in at eight-thirty. She reads one story—always the one about the rabbit who gets lost and finds his way home. She kisses his forehead. She turns on the star-shaped nightlight. She closes the door, but leaves it open just a crack so the hallway light spills in like a promise.

"Mommy says daddies know the bestest stories." Nathaniel sat on the edge of the bed, feeling completely defeated from the little one. He didn't know fairy tales. He didn't know about talking animals or magic kingdoms. But as soon as he looked at her expectant face, an old memory surfaced from the depths of his own lonely childhood. In his low and soft voice, he began to recite an old story which his grandfather had told him. A story about a lone wolf who traveled across the mountains to find a hidden star.

I said and went inside first. I missed another chance to tell him. Perhaps, tomorrow I’d be able to tell him. Lucas settled between us and again I saw how Logan’s face showed disappointment. Was he planning to sleep beside me? “Mommy, can you tell me a story? It helps me to sleep easily.” Lucas turned to cuddle with me. “I am not good with stories but I’ll tell you one tonight about a little girl who was the princess of her parents just like you but one day, she was left alone.” I said.

That I also used that spoon just moments ago? My face heated up, and I avoided his gaze. “I'm going to the bathroom.” I quickly tell him and then I run out of the room, so as to not make a fool of myself again.. ¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤ That night, before I left, Sophia and Franklin asked me to tell them a bedtime story. Even though I had experiences in putting Xavier and Clayton to sleep, I only knew of the story of the three little pigs and of course Cinderella but my boys weren't ever interested in that second one.

He missed her too much. Anthony was speechless. Charmine offered, “I’ll tell you some bedtime stories, then?” “Okay! Hehe!” Chris leaned into her arms obediently. Charmine then picked up a storybook with her clear voice ringing, “One day, Adam made a robot friend. The robot ran with him…” Her voice was gentle and soothing, almost hypnotic, so much so that Chris somehow fell asleep in her arms as he listened. Charmine put him down carefully and draped the blanket over him.

I groaned in mortification as mum was telling a story about how we got scared during one Halloween night of our childhood. "Please go on." Kami said laughing hard as she held her stomach. Mum just ignored us pleading and began a new story. Sharing stories late into the night, Zoe also told stories about she and Kamila's life in highschool and growing. We finally decided to go in around 10pm. Kami stripped down to her bikini and fell fast asleep immediately her body touched the soft silky fabric of the bed. We joined her and also fell asleep on either sides caging her between our arms.

She nodded earnestly, her little face serious as she scrubbed away. We then went to their room, where I helped them into their favorite pajamas. Zenith chose his dinosaur ones, while Zendaya picked her unicorn set. “Alright, into bed you go,” I said, tucking them under the covers. “How about a bedtime story?” Their faces lit up, and they nodded eagerly. I sat on the edge of the bed and began, “Once upon a time, in a vast and endless desert, there was a single seed. This seed was special because it had a dream—to become a beautiful flower.”

The warm glow of the flames flickered against the trees, creating a cosy atmosphere. "Miss Seraphina, can we tell ghost stories?" Jake asked, grinning. I smirked. "Sure, but don’t blame me if you get nightmares." They laughed, and soon, the storytelling began. Some were funny, others spooky, and a few completely ridiculous. We roasted marshmallows, grilled meat, and enjoyed the fresh forest air. For the first time since the trip started, I actually felt relaxed. As the night deepened, yawns started to spread among the students. The energy from earlier slowly faded, replaced with sleepy murmurs. "Alright, everyone, time to sleep," I announced. "Go to your tents and get some rest. We have a lo

Madison After dinner, I supervised bath time while Hazel cleaned up the kitchen. Ethan splashed enthusiastically, creating tidal waves that soaked my sweater. "Mommy, can we read three stories tonight?" "One story," I countered, wrapping him in a towel. "It's a school night." "Two stories?" "One and a half." "What's half a story?" "You'll find out." I got him into pajamas and tucked him into bed, selecting his current favorite book about a dragon who was afraid of his own fire.

I whispered with a loving smile, "which story would you like tonight?" Mathew's face lit up with excitement, his tiny hands reaching for his favorite book. "The one about the brave little wolf, Mumma!" I chuckled as I opened the book, a captivating story about a young wolf's grand adventure. Mathew listened with rapt attention, his eager eyes fixed on the pages as I spun the tale of bravery and exploration. By the time I reached the part where the little wolf found solace under the silvery glow of the moon, my son was already fast asleep.