Novel & Cerita Bedtime Reading For Adults

"I cannot sleep." "Me neither." "Do you by any chance have a storybook?" She said slowly, as though unsure if it was the right thing to ask. "A storybook?" My eyes widened. Which adult werewolf keeps a storybook? I thought to myself. "No," I answered. "Do you read yourself a story whenever you cannot sleep?" "Yes. I do." I felt oddly like a bad person for not having one. "I could go look in the library." I moved to remove the covers.

I look over at the bed beside me to see June fast asleep with her reading light on and a book laid out open amongst her sleeping body. June was so quiet when she was asleep, she almost looked like an angel. I got up and walked to June’s bed and turned her light off but not before grabbing her book and putting something in it so she wouldn’t lose her place in the book and placed the book on her night table beside her. I grabbed the blanket that was by June’s feet and extended it out and covered her entire body. Within seconds I started to experience deja vu. The memories of every time I’d tuck bash in at night started to surface. Every time he had a bad dream, every time he got terrified and

she responded. “Adults can listen to bedtime stories too,” “You should take sleeping drugs if you find it difficult to sleep and maybe if you consume less caffeine you’ll sleep better,” she says. “Maybe. Maybe not,” I muttered. Only if she knows why I find it hard to sleep well sometimes. We settled into the living, and almost immediately I sat down and I saw Ryan’s call. “Good morning boss,” he greeted, “Good morning Ryan,” I said, “Sir. Marlo is here,” he said,

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

It was most likely the bed warmer. Rhys handed Amira the book he’d been reading. It was the book she’d been reading the night before. It had been years since she’d read a good book, and since her scheming had recently come to a halt, she decided to pick this one up. It was a romantic tragedy, something she didn’t think she would find in the library. But one that she was instantly immersed in and fell asleep to.

he says firmly. Part of me is thrilled to still have a therapist, while another part of me could do without the parental lecture regarding my behavior. “We will bump you back up to weekly appointments until you feel like you have more control. As for the sleeping, I recommend finding a book to read before bed.” “A book?” I interrupt. “Yes. Pick something that interests you and designate an hour before bed to read. Screens can keep your brain overstimulated and make it difficult to fall asleep,” he explains, glancing at his watch.

I winked at Becky as she climbed off my lap to sit next to me. “Yes, Becky.” “Yes, what? What were you two talking about?” Naomi asked. “I asked Daddy if he would read me a bedtime story tonight.” “Oh! Daddy Rip–” “It’s just Daddy, Mommy,” Becky told her, making her eyes water with fresh tears. Naomi set the pizza down before ruffling Becky’s hair. “Daddy loves to read bedtime stories, but do you want to know what’s better than a book?” “Yes, yes! Tell me!” “The ones he makes up where you’re the main character,” Naomi laughed.

That much was obvious. ‘A Hundred Years of Solitude.’ She was only halfway through the book. It was a heavy one, and she couldn’t understand why she read it before she came back. Night time was perfect for a reading session, so she was reading seriously. Heather was the most attractive when she was quiet, and she drifted to sleep with a book in her hands that night. If there was one downside about night reading, that would be the fact that the reader would fall asleep easily.

"You know the rules. Bedtime is bedtime. And besides, they probably want to have some grown-up talk." "What do grown-ups talk about?" I think for a second, then grin down at him. "Taxes," I say. "And their boring, boring jobs." Brandon wrinkles his nose in distaste. "Ugh." "Yeah, it's terrible," I say with a mock sigh, "but you have to do it, when you're a grown-up. Luckily for you, you're still a kid. So we don't have to talk about mortgages, and instead, I get to tell you a bedtime story. How's that sound?"