Adult Nighttime Stories Novels & Stories

Ingrid said, and I was happy that they loved him. After dinner, I took them to their room and helped brush their teeth, then read a bedtime story for them since Beatrice and Lana were helping clean up while Nana received a suspicious call as her eyes widened in fear when she saw the caller ID's name. “And Goldi never went into the woods again, the end.” I closed the book and looked at my children, who were now fast asleep. I read the story three times, so this was the fourth time. “Goodnight,” I said as I covered Nathan's blanket and kissed his forehead. Then I went to Atlas, who didn't surprisingly need my help with the blanket as he was nicely tucked in. I kissed his head and then moved to

It was eight in the evening when Ashley decides to put Kayden to sleep but the little boy was in no way sleeping anytime soon. "Tell me bedtime stories, mama" Kayden demands, pulling Ashley to sit by the sight. Willingly, Ashley tugs him under the covers leaving his hands outside. "What type of story do you wish for mama to tell you?" Asked Ashley. Kayden puts on a thinking face. " king Midas and his golden touch" he said excitedly. Ashley smiles, seeing his happy face. "King Midas it is," She said and begin the story. "Once upon a time in ancient Greece, there lived a King named Midas. He had a lovely daughter whom he lovingly named Marigold."

I asked frowning, I have never heard about this. Ray laughed, “ It was in the bedtime stories, my mother and granny used to recite them to us to make us scared of going out in the middle of the night. you know how pups are! As soon as they start shifting that’s what they all want to do for a long time. The male pups even go out at night to run through the woods. So to keep me and my brothers safe, my mother and granny told us this myth. How at night a creature who is not man nor beast roams the landing of woods and if pups go there, he will eat them.”

Uneducated he is, they all are] Auther has finally arrived his hands red as if he fell off a cliff but it's dark out probably 9 o'clock James won't see a difference. Those snores from the other rooms tend to lessen, oh good kids, sleep is medicine for the mind is an adventurous place, you all can be Cinderella's for all we know, if only they knew who Cinderella was. No television here just grandma's storytelling during those campfire nights. Stories that would always start with "once upon a time there was a rabbit". But she sure got their smiles on. ^Auther is that you?^🍃

"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 had buried that truth so deep that sometimes even I almost believed the mask. Hours passed in a blur of loud conversations, laughter, and second helpings. I played with the kids, listened to Uncle Mark’s long stories, and helped clear the table like the good nephew I was supposed to be. By the time the excitement finally died down, exhaustion settled into my bones. I excused myself around midnight, kissed Mum goodnight, and retreated upstairs to my old bedroom.

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.

I knew what they wanted, and I also knew this would be a challenge. I approached their beds, looking at their little faces with affection. “Okay, kids, it’s time for a bedtime story,” I said, trying to calm them down. “But, there’s one thing. You have to promise to go to bed after the story is over, okay?” Adney immediately raised his hand. “Mom, I promise! We’ll go to bed after the story, right Adolf?” Adolf nodded enthusiastically. “Yes, Mom. We promise!” Ainsley and Allonza also looked at me with sparkling eyes. “We promise too, Mom,” Ainsley said softly, while Allonza just nodded, holding her doll tightly.

Ariane’s POV As the night grew late, I tucked them into bed. Before they fell asleep, they asked for a story. I sat on the edge of their bed, reading tales of adventure filled with courage and friendship. With every word, I hoped they could feel the same spirit—the spirit to face the world with their heads held high.

The boys were too tired to put up their usual bedtime resistance, allowing themselves to be tucked into their beds with minimal fuss. "Story?" Ethan requested, his eyes already half-closed. "Short one," I promised, settling into the chair between their beds while Thomas leaned against the doorframe. I chose a familiar story about brave little mice going on adventures, my voice soft and soothing in the dim light of their room. By the time I reached the end, both boys were fast asleep, their breathing deep and even. Thomas and I tiptoed out of their room, leaving the door slightly ajar as always.