Bed Times Story の小説・ストーリー

"I want to stay with you now. I miss you so much." "I know, sweetheart. How about Mommy tells you a really fun story? You get some sleep, and when you wake up, I promise I'll stay a few extra hours with you. How does that sound?" "You promise?" "Pinky swear!" I cross my fingers and kiss them. "Okay." I help him get comfortable in bed and sit in a chair to start telling him the story. "I want the story of The Girl with the Red Hood." "Oh wow, that's not exactly a bedtime story, Alex!" I grumble. "How about something more…"

Daniela turned and gave a slight nod, her eyes lingering on his before following them into the elevator. They completed their schedules on time and had dinner. The four boys slipped into their pajamas then hopped into the bed. MUMMY, CAN WE SLEEP IN YOUR ROOM TOMORROW?— Alessio. Daniela smiled and pinched his cheek. “Sure.” She read them their bedtime story then kissed their foreheads before leaving to her room. After taking a bath, she slipped on her nightgown. The fortress was quiet at night, so still Daniela could almost believe she was safe. She had just managed to settle into bed, her injured shoulder easing, when her door creaked open.

he said softly. He sat on the edge of the bed, his voice low and steady as he began. The story wasn’t anything complicated. Just something simple. Something about a wolf who got lost and found his way back home. But the way he told it— The way the kids listened— It did something to the room. Something I wasn’t ready to name. By the time he finished, all three of them were asleep. Peacefully. Together. I stood there for a moment, watching them. Then turned.

--- 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?"

His fingers tapped on the tabletop without any rhythm as he said flatly, “Babies sleep with their parents. I don’t mind giving you a chance to sleep with me.” Harold was speechless. No one would want to sleep with a devil, like Daddy. He would be so frightened that he would not be able to fall asleep. George was speechless. He would rather sleep alone. “How about I sleep with all of you tonight?” Mrs. Winters smiled and said. “I have learned a few bedtime stories. I will tell you stories tonight.” “Yeah! Awesome!” Melody was the most supportive one as she clapped cheerfully. Harold, who was afraid that his daddy would force him to sleep with him, clapped as well. He said, “I can’t wait to he

Some hours later:- Trisha closed the bedtime story book. She looked at her son, who was sleeping soundly beside her. It was their daily routine. Rain likes to hear stories before sleeping. Before, he didn't have to do that because back in their apartment, Rain preferred Zee instead of Trisha to read the story for him. "His mom doesn't know how to read the story in a cool way," he explained. Trisha pecked her son's brow, admiring his sleeping form.

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.

I would be damned if I only instructed them and left. For a million years, my order would only accumulate dirt, as Ethan and Ezra would bury themselves in their video games and Emily would baby Penny. “Mum, tell us a bedtime story.” Ezra pleaded. Defeated, I began my tale of the legendary Wolf's King and his Luna. It happened to be their favourite story, and they never grew weary of it. In less than ten minutes, they were all fast asleep, like wasted adults. I tucked them into bed and watched them sleep for a while before turning off the light.

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.”

Due to the increasing headache, Petra chose to turn off all the lights and raise the room's cooling temperature before attempting to close her eyes, hoping that when she woke up, everything would be better. In another room, Lyyana was reading a bedtime story to Garret, with one hand gently stroking the toddler's head as he grew increasingly curious. Lyyana read the story for quite a while, eventually lulling her foster child to sleep. At exactly 10 PM, Garret began to doze off and emit soft snores.