Bed Time.stories Novels & Stories

I got her the three piggies story book and began to read it, making the voices, huffing and puffing making her hide behind Zorro sometimes and giggling other times. When the story ended, I told her it's bed time, kissed her cheek, turned the light down before me and Tristan left her room, you'd forget he's there with how little attention she gave him. We moved to my room to spend the rest of the night, we have hardly spent few minutes there before a little someone sneak in my room with her fox stuffy and slip into my lap. "Little bear didn't I say it's bed time?" I ask her, it's ten thirty now, her bedtime was thirty minutes ago.

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."

Brandon dismissed the nannies and told them he was going to put them to sleep. “Daddy, Please tell us a bedtime story,” Audrey said and Brandon nodded in response. He told them his favorite bedtime story, the magic prince and the werewolf girl. It was his favorite bedtime story when he was still a child, his mom always told him the story every night before he slept. Oh, he misses his mom so much. He wondered if she was still alive. He quickly shook off the thoughts, he had the feelings deep down that his mom was still alive and he was going to do anything in his power to find her.

"Really? And what stories does Mommy tell you?" Brandon tilted his head, thinking. "The Three Bears, Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs, and the Prince and the Frog." He hesitated a little. "Mommy knows lots of stories too, but she only tells me one each night, so she finishes them quickly." Peter grinned. "Is that so? Do you really like listening to stories?" Brandon nodded enthusiastically. "I love it." "Then, how about letting Grandma tell you stories from now on? Sometimes, Mommy gets very tired."

Ben felt like he was walking on clouds! As they collected the moonbeams, the sky began to darken, and the stars started to twinkle. Luna guided Ben to a special spot where she sprinkled the moonbeams into the air. Instantly, the stars grew brighter, and the night sky became a dazzling display of sparkle and shine. Ben's mom called out from the window, "Time for bed, little one!" Ben hugged Luna and thanked her for the magical adventure. And went in to meet his mom.” Blake smiled at Jayce, whose eyes were still wide open and said, “that is the end of the first story. Do you want me to continue?”

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.

"I didn't cry oceans." "H-y-p-e-r-b-o-l-e, hyperbole." Ethan fumed, while Sydney smiled at them. "So, Kelly-" Ethan got up. "Mum, I'm going to bed." "We'll all go together, sit." Emily narrated the rest of the story, Sydney laughed when Ethan kept complaining she exaggerated it. After dinner, Sydney took them to their room. She read Emily's favorite bedtime story, Goldy Locks and the Three Bears. Sydney was about to leave the room when Emily whined. "Mommy I'm cold." Her eyes were closed, and a thumb was in her mouth.

The sky is dark as we make it to the front door, ushering a tired Brandon inside. "It might be a good idea for you to head to bed, mister," I say to Brandon, who yawns widely as I make the suggestion. He nods, not even bothering to protest, which I take as a sign that he's exhausted from his busy day. I glance over at Evans. "Is it okay if I take him up?" "Go for it," Evans says, nodding. I get Brandon in bed, and he falls asleep only five minutes into tonight's bedtime story, in which Ralphie the sheep has joined the lion and the dinosaur on their adventures. As soon as I'm certain he's out, I stand and turn off the lights, slipping out into the hallway.

Then, reaching over to the nightstand, I picked up one of his favorite bedtime books. It was a colorful children’s storybook with both Filipino and English text, the kind you might find in a fancy bilingual preschool. The illustrations were vibrant and nostalgic—it reminded me of the bedtime stories I used to read back home, the kind with halaman and duwende, and characters who said “po” and “opo” while helping their lola carry vegetables. Who would have thought I would be reading a bedtime story for children? Life is really unpredictable. I hesitated at the English section.

He shifted, turned toward her and crawled forward, resting his head there just like he used to when he was smaller. She stroked his hair. They stayed like that for a long while. She almost thought he’d fallen asleep, until he asked, “Mommy… are you mad at me?” She paused. And then, she smiled. “No,” she whispered. “Of course not.” “Here, let me read your bedtime story.” Then she picked up the storybook from the nightstand. The same one he always chose. Something about a flying bear and a moon-shaped rocket. She opened it and began reading, her voice slow and soothing.