Bedtime Reading For Adults Novels & Stories

He informs me that he will be in his office on the main floor if I need anything. Opening the book I inhale the smell and smile to myself. I decide I will read while bathing so I run another bath and sink into it with the book. I know that books and water do not mix but there is something so relaxing with the thought. I struggle through the first couple of sentences before it begins to get a little easier. Then, I do not realize time passing as I lose myself in the story. When the water begins to grow cold I dry off and head to the bed. Even though it is still early I doze off while reading the book on the bed. I wake to the smell of dinner and the sound of many voices clambering for food.

I picked one of the books and sat on the chair with Liam on my lap, as I scanned the contents inside the book. The book is all filled with pictures and very few words, but the book seems to grab Liam’s attention as his eyes keep staring at the vibrant-colored pages. “It’s adorable, right,” I said, starting to read the book to Liam, who seemed interested, I guess. But one book was not enough to put this child to sleep, so I read book after book, so much so that even now I’m starting to feel sleepy but Liam she seems very awake for a child as big as my gym bag.

She took a big breath and stared at the ceiling. Shaking her head. She climbed out while turning off the shower. Wrapping the towel around her. Making her way, out of the bathroom. Putting on more comfortable and loose clothes she sat on the bed. Taking out one of her favorite books, ‘The Cabinet of Curiosities (Prendergast, #3) Lincoln Child, Douglas Preston. She was currently on page fifty. It was just past eight. Tiredness stared to overtake her. Leaning back into her pillows she started to doze off. Her eyes started to close, and she fell asleep with her book in her hand.

Watching television had not quite worked out for Mercy either time that she had tried it, so she decided to spend her day reading a book. Luna Isabella had recommended something called Little Women to her, which she said was a classic, and so far, Mercy was enjoying it. She’d curled up in the window seat in the bedroom she’d been sleeping in. Outside, fall leaves fluttered from the trees, spreading a blanket of color all over the velvety lawn. Mercy’s eyes kept wandering away from the words, even though she did like the book. Once her eyes strayed from the words, they quickly slipped to August.

I sit on the edge of the bed and pull the blanket up to her chin. “Story,” she demands softly, eyes already drooping. I smile. “You don’t ask. You order.” She grins, entirely unashamed. I reach for the book she picked earlier, a soft-covered children’s romance about a brave princess and a gentle knight who travel across kingdoms to find each other again. I hadn’t thought much of it when she chose it. Now I wonder if children instinctively gravitate toward truths adults try to avoid. I begin reading, my voice calm, warm, steady.

00 at night, I still have an hour to read this book. “I'm sorry, madam, it's only 09.00 at night, isn't bedtime every 10.00 at night? If I still have an hour and I can't sleep well, that's why I come here to just read a book to relieve boredom. Once again I'm sorry, if I have indeed violated a rule, please don't punish me with severe punishment."

Reese said as he motioned to the monitor where Gigi was reading a spicy lesbian romance book to the sleeping babies. “Seriously? That’s what she reads to them?” “Don’t even.” Her dad warned. “I’ve seen the books that you’ve given Dean and put on her e-reader.” His daughter blushed slightly. “She’s practically an adult.” “And they have no idea what she’s saying. It’s the tone and the fact that she’s reading to them. When they’re awake, it’s classics and children’s stories.” “Fine.” Cheryl groaned.

Even silence felt louder without the option to escape into music or mindless scrolling. As if that were not enough, their parents had enrolled them in overnight reading centers. These places were spoken of with a strange reverence, half library and half battlefield. They were packed wall to wall with books, from towering reference texts to dog-eared practice exam compilations. Students came and went at all hours, dragging backpacks heavy with notes, their faces pale under fluorescent lights. It was an academic sanctuary of sorts, but one built on exhaustion and quiet desperation.

Heading out of the bathroom with my mind zeroed on the fact that I am stuck with just reading. I saw Ella pacing the room with the new book I was reading, an erotic book on the rise of a steaming passion between stepsiblings titled; obsession. She had an amused look on her face when I got to her. "Don't give me that look!" I warned. In my defence, it was part of the library's books for adults. There was no way I was going to pass on it. "If only I know just how much you love reading these books. I would have asked for the room to be filled with it. You would never have to be bored." Ella said, her eyes twitching at every word.

I've had soothing tea, I've smoked a joint provided by a fellow hippie downstairs… I've tried literally everything, but hello, insomnia, feel free, since you insist! I look at the furniture in the room, whose shadows are like animals moving strangely in the dark. But that doesn't scare me, it makes me bored. To top it off, Loretta is snoring like an angel in the next bed. So jealous! On his headboard, a book whose new title catches my attention. I remember how effective the reading was in returning my dream and I risk trying the same strategy again. Carefully, I take the book from Loretta's bedside table and turn on a dim light on my cell phone so I can read under the blanket. I know it's no