Novel & Cerita Bed Time Story About Love

I wish I could ѕlеер in mу оwn bеd tоnіght. It could bе tіmе for mе to ѕtор trying tо fоrсе thіngѕ tо hарреn, аnd just let it happen nоw. I’m mentally еxhаuѕtеd. [Next POV from 'Carrie' in Chapter 46] ******** Author Note: Read my 2nd Series "Forbidden Love Stories (Book 2)" on Goodovel. Check out now before the book becomes premium and chapters got locked.

Usually, it is me that falls asleep first, after having been pleasured by Kain to the point of exhaustion. I can’t help but want to run my fingers through Kain’s strawberry blond hair. It’s so delicate against my fingers and slides through them smoothly. Whatever shampoo and conditioner he uses, really makes his hair silky soft. I find myself kissing his forehead again while taking off his glasses and putting them over on the nightstand. All without disturbing the sleeping beauty beside me.

A while later, after he finally fell asleep, Sylvia also shut her eyes. … The next night, Sylvia came to their room and slept with them again. The bedtime story she chose today was about a child being independent and sleeping alone. She concentrated on delivering the story but Isabel fell asleep before the story even ended. Liam, on the other hand, listened to the end before he closed his eyes and hugged his mother to sleep. Sylvia kissed the two little angels on the cheeks before she, too, shut her eyes. … Three days went by in the blink of an eye, and today would be the deadline that Odell had set.

It was a night of love, passion, and deep connection—a night that marked a new chapter in their journey, a chapter filled with unyielding love and endless possibilities. In the sanctuary of their room, their love would intertwine, their souls would soar, and their hearts would beat as one. As they surrendered to the embrace of the night, they whispered promises of forever, ready to embark on a new dawn of their love story, knowing that their bond was unbreakable and their love, unfading.

After the birthday party was over, while our guests were saying their final goodbye here and there, I briskly walked out of the hall and into our bedroom, to check if everything was in place. The room was dimly lit with candles scattered around the floor as its source of illumination. The smell of the roses enveloped the room, creating a romantic atmosphere. I put on a piece of slow but soft-flowing music. “All I need is your love tonight,” I sang, alongside the music playing in the background. I paced back and forth, staring at the huge clock at intervals. “Why the fuck is she not here?” I asked, growing impatient. In less than a second, the door creaked open.

I said assuringly. “No. I don't wanna stay alone." She begged, dragging my wrist. Realizing that there was no other way I could leave the room, I came up with an idea. ‘I’m going to tell her a story until she falls asleep!’ "Okay, Marissa, you know what? I have enough stories to tell you, tonight! Do you wanna hear it?” “Yes!" She answered enthusiastically. "Then, climb into bed ASAP!” I said eagerly as both of us crawled into bed, throwing the covers over us.

After tucking her in and covering her with the comforter, Iliana spoke. "I want a bed-time story mother." "Your father will read one to you. Adam, please read our little dart a bed-time story." Brenda said as both Iliana and Brenda made puppy faces at Adam. "You know I can't refuse you both when you make such faces." Adam said as Brenda and Iliana started laughing. "Okay, okay, be quiet and let this father tell you both an amazing bed time story." "Yes father." "Once upon a time, in a faraway kingdom, there lived a beautiful princess."

she asked. "Even then" I said "because you are worth everything" She turned in my arms and looked up at me with tears in her eyes. "I love you" she said. "I love you too" I said and kissed her. We finally went inside and got ready for bed. Tomorrow we would leave before dawn and tonight was our last night in the palace. We lay in bed holding each other and neither of us could sleep. "Tell me a story" Elvanya said. "What kind of story" I asked.

"You're right, Mark. Love is what truly counts, and I won't let anyone come between us." The children's love and understanding were like a healing balm for Tessa's wounded heart. Her heart still heavy from the evening's events, mustered a gentle smile for her children. "Alright, my little ones, it's time for bed," she said, her voice soft and soothing. She tucked them in, Mark, Michael, and Willow snuggling under their blankets. But Willow, with her wide eyes and innocent curiosity, piped up, "Mommy, can we have a story before we sleep, please? A princess story!"