Bed Times Story 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 is a few minutes past 7:30 pm and we are preparing to go to bed. We sleep pretty early because we wake up so early too. I and Laura have been at home since she got back from school. We had a nice daddy-and-daughter time and I enjoyed every bit of it. As usual. Since we both lost her mom, I have worked extra hard to distract myself from all the pain of losing my beautiful wife. So I am grateful for and excited about every opportunity I get to spend time with my daughter. I give her a hot shower, get her dressed in her pyjamas and lay my little princess to sleep. Just as I’m about to step out of her room, I hear her cute tiny little voice say “Daida please can you read me a bedtime story a

Moana One night, I was reading a bedtime story to Ella when I found myself nodding off in the chair by her bed. I didn’t wake up until a couple of hours later. She was fast asleep and I didn’t want to wake her, so I quietly got up and slipped back into my room to go back to sleep. When I walked back into my room, I didn’t notice anything out of the ordinary, seeing as how tired I was. I moved my sketchbook aside and climbed into the covers, and quickly fell asleep.

Betita explained, "To avoid scolding or standing up In the class for one hour, you better go to bed now," Betty said, "No, I'm not ready to sleep now, I still want to stay with father for a while," Benita said, and she clings to him, "Okay, come, let's go to your room, I have some stories to tell you, come on kids, stand up," Nicolas said, "Kids, let's go Into your room, your father has some Interesting and fantastic stories to tell you while you will be In your bed listening" Betty explained,

He closed his eyes happily. Celeste, on the other hand, was telling him bedtime stories while lying against the headboard. Was there even a need to tell 17-year-old boys bedtime stories? He wasn't seven years old! Damon got jealous. With a dark face, he sat by the bed. Caleb either didn't hear the noise of the door being opened, or he was too tired. He didn't open his eyes to greet Damon. "That's why it's important to be kind …" Celeste concluded the story she was reading before glancing at Damon.

The kids were all in their beds, perfectly tucked in and wearing their pajamas! "I told you they were sleeping," I heard his voice from behind me. I spun around, ready to ask if he'd remembered to brush their teeth, but he beat me to it. "And yes, their teeth have been brushed, their hands and faces washed, and I even read them a bedtime story," he added, motioning to the children's book on the nightstand. A bedtime story? The kids don’t usually care for bedtime stories. We only resort to them when they can’t sleep. Most nights, they fall asleep as soon as their heads hit the pillows. So, hearing that Ronan actually read to them was a bit of a surprise.

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.

Though she felt a little diffident, she pretended like nothing had happened when she thought about how Tianna wouldn't know better. Sigrid picked Tianna up, while Tianna continued to look at her curiously. She seemed to expect Sigrid to explain things to her. Sigrid rubbed her hair. "Little kids should go to bed early. It's so late already. Mommy will tell you a bedtime story. You should quickly go to sleep." Tianna blinked her big, black doe-eyes. She could roughly understand Sigrid's words, and she caught the keyword 'sleep'. She started to get excited for the bedtime story.

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.

“Alright if you say, but I’m just doing what you asked.” Before she could respond, I let her go and left the room to go to the girls’ rooms, where I knocked and, upon their telling me to come in, I entered. “Are you girls ready for your bedtime story?” I asked. They both jumped in their beds, nodding. “Yes, Daddy.” I walked over to the chair that sat beside Becky’s bed. “Alright, where are we in your story? I think tonight is the wedding, right?” Both girls nodded eagerly. “Yes!”