Bed Time.stories Novels & Stories

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.

her father asked with amusement. "Prince Charming is in all the stories we've read. Right, Mom?" she turned to her mother. "Yes, baby. But that's enough for now," her mother said, gently taking her from her father's arms and carefully laying her back down on the bed. "It's your bedtime now. It's time to sleep," she added softly. "Oh, so it's your bedtime now, baby. You should sleep. Close your eyes," her father said warmly. "Okay, Daddy, Mommy!" she obediently responded before closing her eyes.

Chapter 4: LORA'S POV. Mom always used to tell me before her death, “no good comes from men.” She was so wrong, because having Roderick between my thighs, with his lips firm around my clit, was the best thing that had ever happened to me. He had thrown me on his bed earlier, still naked and wet. He didn't mind that his bed was about to be soaked, and he definitely couldn't wait a few seconds before tearing my clothes off my body and pushing his face in-between my thighs.

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.

--- Meanwhile, in the other wing of the house, the pink-hued glow of Layla’s princess-themed bedroom bathed the walls in warmth. Wanda sat in a plush rocking chair beside the child’s bed, holding a colourful storybook in her lap. The book ’Regina and the Bee’ rested open as Layla watched her with bright eyes, cuddling beneath a blanket of soft pastels and floral embroidery. Twenty minutes passed. Wanda closed the book with a gentle thump and placed it on the nightstand. "All done," she said with a smile. "It’s bedtime now." Layla blinked up at her. "Can I ask you something before sleep?"

It is not a long story so I will quickly tell you. It was a very sunny day but Bia had chosen to read the book again instead of playing outside. And as you know, when she saw the world "treasure" her curiosity made her read all the rules very carefully. When she finished she first thought that the last rule was written by her own father, because he could not open one eye after 9pm. But most important for her was the last forbition. To explain it we have to go a bit outside and a bit in the past.

She said as she yawned, “Betsy said that you were going somewhere safe to start a family!” “Oh…um, kind of, yes.” “Could you tell me a bedtime story?” the girl said as she finally gave up the pointless fight and let her self drift to slumber. “Goodnight,” Trie said, her voice shaky and her eyes teary. “Oh, what a mess.”

"I know you're awake, so get up." She groaned sleepily. "James, please, I fell asleep at three o'clock in the morning, so could you please shut up and let me sleep?" she asked, hugging the pillow beside her. "And it's not my fault you didn't go to bed early; we already talked about it, so don't give me that reason. Will you stand there, or will I drag you to the bathroom?" James threatened. She moaned once more. Damn, this jerk! Despite her love for him, there are times when she just wants to torture him. Does he not notice how sleepy I am?

She could do everything without any of Eugene’s guidance. “I’m done, Daddy. Can you read me a bedtime story before I sleep?” She already knew that her mother would be back late tonight, so she did not ask about her whereabouts. “Sure. Which story would you like to hear?” Eugene carried her over to the bed and kept touching her forehead to test her temperature. It was still normal at the moment. “Anything is fine.” “How about ‘Little Red Riding Hood’?” “That sounds great!” Rue lay down on the bed beside him quietly and rested her head on his chest, listening to him as he read the story.

she asked him. He nodded. "So you're spending the night?" he asked getting into bed beside her. "Yeah." "You know what that means?" Damien asked lowly getting closer. "What?" Their foreheads touched and he caressed her cheek, "It means, you and i can cuddle all night long," he smiled. "I don't think I wanna cuddle tonight," Ashleigh stated with a pout. "No?" "Nah." "Hmmm..." "Mmm hmm." "You're lying." "No!"