Bed Time Story For Adults Novels & Stories

Ember's POV I pulled the duvet up, tucking the kids in properly as I turned off the light and made to leave but Bella suddenly grabbed my little finger stopping me. "Mommy," she called. "What is it, baby?" I asked, settling back on her bed. "I don't think I'll fall asleep anytime soon. Can you read me a story?" She asked. "Stop acting like a baby Bella. Bed night stories are for babies and not soldiers," Atlas said, making me chuckle.

“I want to know….” He pecked my lips, smiling warmly. “There was a time when prophecies were told in tales. Are you willing to listen to a boring bedtime story?” I giggled, snuggling closer to his warmth, not needing a duvet to keep the cold away. “I’d like that.”

he commented as he took a step forward. Shoving every single thought that was crossing my mind to the farthest place, and swallowing any comment that I could have made about his appearance, I cleared my thoughts. "That's because that's exactly what is going to happen. I'm going to read you a bedtime story,” I said confidently. However, I realized how absurd that sounded as soon as I said it. Can you believe it? The Night Reaper, in his pajamas, having a bedtime story being read to him. The universe would have had to gamble some of the ozone layer just for those words to even be placed in that order.

"Look, kid, I'm doing my job and I'm going to do it well for two reasons: first, because I like my job, and second, because I need it. So go to sleep!" "I'm not sleepy!" I complained, and he huffed. "Read a book! Better yet, lie down and I'll tell you a bedtime story so you can fall asleep. Have you heard the one about the girl who wears a red hood and meets a wolf in the forest? He pretends to be nice to trick her. Have you heard that one?" He was being sarcastic, and I wanted to hit him on the head! "You think you're so smart, don't you?! Have your parents ever treated you the way my parents are treating me?" It wasn't possible that he didn't realize the torture they were putting me throug

"We were the best, right?" "Yeah. My best." I patted his head, sitting next to him. "So, which bedtime story do you want? The Princess and the Pea? Or your favorite, Toy Story?" They stayed silent for a long time, sharing glances before Powell murmured, "Just go to bed, Mum. You don't have to read any stories for us. We will sleep just fine without it." "What?" I dramatically placed my right palm on my chest. "Are you trying to tell me my babies are all grown? You don't need poor Mum anymore?"

His lips are still tilted in that wicked little smile. That night, Jabari and Amara refuse to close their eyes on the furs unless my voice tells them a bedtime tale. Even though I have spent five winters putting Zuberi and Tavon to sleep in our villa, I only know the basic old story about the three little forest pigs who built dens to hide from the big rogue wolf. The second I start whispering the words, I see the totally bored, blank stares on both of their little faces. They are way too smart for baby stories.

I shook my head helplessly, no matter how beautiful the outside world is, a wolf would always thrive in their pack. Since all of us were too tired to cook, we ordered a takeout. After dinner, I read my kids their favorite bedtime story. Well, Ashel's favorite bedtime story is because her brother was not getting entertained by all these 'childish' things anymore. The duo called it a night and went to sleep. I closed the bedroom door and came out to meet Natalie and Alexander. "So, is everything ready?" I sat down on the single-seater opposite to them and asked. "Yes! Everything is in motion, all we have to do is the final execution."

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."

"Why not?" "Fine. You can't ground me though. I'm too old." "We'll see." Alec rolled his eyes. "Well then, Dad," he emphasized the title, "you better have a good bedtime story for me if either of us are going to get any sleep tonight." "Oh yeah, let me tell you about Keven and the cat. You'll love this one."

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.