Bed Time Story For Adults Novels & Stories

I raised a brow, smiling as their eyes gaped at me. "Is daddy going to be here with us tomorrow?" "If he rounds up his meeting tonight, then yes, he will be with us through the day tomorrow. And I'm sure you would not want to miss all of that sleeping now would you?" "Nope," they said in unison, slipping lower beneath the covers. Feeling satisfied after convincing them to sleep, I took out one of the books from the library of books in the prince and princess-themed room and read them a story before kissing each of them goodnight.

"Oh no, no, no. Because, ladies and gentlemen, that was not her only legendary moment. Let us now recall. the banana peel incident." Sabrina leapt out of her seat. "NOPE! That's it! Storytime is officially over. Saben, bedtime." Saben pouted. "Aww, but—" "No buts, young man," Saben said scooping him up into his arms. "Mommy's dignity is at stake." Benedict still chuckling kissed her on the forehead. "I will put him to bed tonight." Saben beamed. "Yay! Daddy reads the best bedtime stories."

She said in suggestion. Herzl nods and gets up from the couch. Ciara follows him to his bedroom, where he gets to change into his pajamas. Then they sit down on his bed and Ciara begins to tuck him in. As she does, she asks. “Do you want me to tell you a bedtime story?” “Yes, please…" Herzl uttered, his eyes already beginning to droop as he lay comfortably on his bed. Ciara thinks for a moment before replying. “I'll tell you the story of the three little pigs.” She enounced. Herzl's eyes light up, and he gives a sleepy grin.

Lucas joined them on the bed, "Looks like our teddy bear is in for some excitement." They continued weaving imaginative tales, laughter filling the room, until Kai finally drifted off to sleep with dreams of daring teddy bear escapades. Eve softly kissed his forehead and whispered, "Goodnight, my little adventurer." Lucas smiled, "Sweet dreams, buddy." As they tiptoed out of the room, Lucas looked at Eve, "Our bedtime stories are getting more elaborate." Eve chuckled, "Blame it on your son. He's got a vivid imagination." And with that, they left the room, leaving behind the peaceful slumber of their little mommy's boy, surrounded by dreams sparked by their whimsical bedtime tales.

The night was cold, and I feared they would catch a cold, but they began to cry out loud on the road. People began to stare, so I had gotten them the ice cream. When they got home, I prepared for them a nice warm shower, and dressed them, making them ready for bed. “I'm craving a bedtime story, Mommy.” Nadia said, as I tucked them in. “I'll tell you one tomorrow. I'm exhausted, okay? What do you think about two bedtime stories tomorrow?” I asked, as a bribe. “Oh yeah! I want Rapunzel and Sleeping Beauty.”

I then head to the pool where I have a cocktail to unwind before I head up to bed at eleven. Everything in my life, personal and professional, runs according to a very strict schedule and set of routines. I can set my clock to it. Tonight, however, I allow Mara to tell Gregory his story while I stand outside his bedroom and shamelessly listen it. It’s a story about a young man who has to go on a series of adventures to save his family from an evil witch. I smile. The story might be a little too grown up for Gregory to fully understand, but Mara is inexperienced, and Greg is transfixed.

"Don't mind him Mum. You should also go to bed." "Me? Nah. It's too early. I slept for nineteen years remember?" "Come on. That's guilt tripping me." Sue whines and Holly laughs. "Fine. I will, but on one condition. You'll let me tell you a bedside story." She smiles, her smile holding a hint of sadness. Sue understands and nods, intertwining her hand with Ford's. "You'll read US bedtime stories. Come on." Soon enough, Ford and Sue are under the covers while Holly is holding an a old children book. "I hope you can read horror because I'm about to scare the pants off this little children." Holly sniggers and starts reading.

It was a quarter to nine o’clock. Usually by this time I would either be in bed with Neo to tell him a good night story or pushing him to quickly wash up so he could go to bed during days he would overplay sometimes. Right now though, I was all alone on his bed, holding the last book I was telling him the story of, and trying my best not to have another god-awful breakdown. Safe to say, I was doing fairly terribly at it.

She said in suggestion. Herzl nods and gets up from the couch. Lisa follows him to his bedroom, where he gets to change into his pajamas. Then they sit down on his bed and Lisa begins to tuck him in. As she does, she asks. “Do you want me to tell you a bedtime story?” “Yes, please…" Herzl uttered, his eyes already beginning to droop as he lay comfortably on his bed. Lisa thinks for a moment before replying. “I'll tell you the story of the three little pigs.” She enounced. Herzl's eyes light up, and he gives a sleepy grin.

Micah cracked one eye open and grumbled, “Where’s my bedtime story?” Adrian scooped him up, kissed his sandy hair. “I’ll tell you one.” Zaya reached for me, sleepy and small and safe. I carried her inside, her head tucked under my chin — her soft breaths a promise that the future could be gentle, if we let it. We lay curled together in that tiny beachside cabana, the windows cracked open to let in the hush of the waves. Adrian’s voice drifted through the dark, telling the children about two wolves and two sisters and the lie that became a truth that saved them all.