Romans & histoires Bedtime Reading For Adults

My little side wanted him to read me bed time stories. I couldn’t help but ask “do you like reading books too? I read almost all the time” Robert smiled and nodded before I asked his thoughts on a variety of books for the rest of the time I was there. The night sadly had to come to an end, I wasn’t allowed to pay for my dinner, Roberts said it’s his birthday and he get’s to do what he wants that includes paying for my dinner, I accepted with a small smile, well at least I won’t starve this week.

CONTENT: Age gap, babysitter , bdsm, sexual punishment. CHAPTER 1 Zoe looked up from the book and saw that the little girl’s eyes were closed already. She was so engrossed in the bedtime story she never even noticed and she wondered just how long she’d been reading to a sleeping child. Way to go Zoe she chided herself and closed the hardback book and left it on the bedside cabinet. She sat for a few minutes more to make sure that the girl was sleeping soundly and finally stood to leave the bedroom.

He was getting out of this life if it killed me and then he would get Bitsy out. We performed our nightly rituals—cleaned the dishes, finished our homework, and sat down on the couch with a book. I had given up my longing for a television years ago. Reading gave us everything we needed and the library provided free entertainment. It also reminded us of our mother. When she wasn’t out tramping around looking for the perfect man to solve all her problems, she loved to read to us at night. Her soft voice wrapped us into the world of history, adventure, and fantasy. Mom was so far from perfect, but we had good memories and I was a poor substitute for her. But even with my failed attempt at givin

Katřina received this as the appropriate response. Dinner. Bath. The bedtime book, which was currently a chapter book that Aiden read two chapters of each night and that Katřina listened to with the quality she had when she was tired enough for sitting still to be easier than moving but not yet tired enough for her eyes to be doing what they were about to do. By the end of the second chapter the eyes were doing what they were going to do. Aiden kept reading for another three minutes after she was asleep because he was at a good part and Katřina would have wanted to hear it.

“Aren’t you going to sleep yet?” Calvin leaned against the pillow, patting the edge of the bed. “Sit down first. Stay with me and read for a while.” What the hell was he reading? Did he even have time for that? Adriana looked at the cover. It was an English edition of And Then There Were None. Was he afraid his dreams wouldn’t be scary enough? “Reading such a mind-bending book before bed will disturb your sleep and give you nightmares.” Calvin had casually pulled the book off the shelf, only to find it was a British detective novel. But he didn’t feel like looking for another one, so he simply started reading. “Compared to insomnia, having nightmares is actually a good thing.”

"Choose some to read to our baby before bed." Liam's explanation instantly made Harriet's eyes sparkle. She then began to read the pile of novels, some containing compilations of short stories, and others containing long stories about the adventures of teenagers. The soft melody of the harp and the faint sound of Harriet turning the pages of the novel made Liam feel sleepy. His body which was aching as usual made him want to sleep constantly, but this made him very annoyed. Many times he had fallen asleep wanting to spend some quality time with his wife. He didn't want to sleep anymore. He wanted to enjoy this peaceful time a little longer.

he called back, his voice warm as sunlight. The sound of the door clicking shut was the last thing I heard before sleep reclaimed me, pulling me back into its embrace. *** I found myself rummaging through a stack of books that likely belonged to Jacob from his university years. None of them were fiction. These were all about life lessons and self-improvement. Titles like Rich Mindset and Atomic Habits caught my eye, their well-worn spines suggesting they had been thoroughly read. But one title stood out above the rest, stopping me cold:

A small nightlight shaped like a rocket ship glowed in the corner. "Mummy, can you read me a story?" Bernard asked, his big eyes looking up at her hopefully. She smiled and brushed his hair back. "Of course, sweetheart. Which one?" "The one about the brave knight!" Mrs. Harrington reached for the book on the nightstand and began reading. Her voice was soft and soothing, painting pictures of castles and dragons in the boy's imagination. Within minutes, Bernard's eyelids grew heavy, and soon he was fast asleep. She kissed his forehead gently, turned off the main light, and stepped out of the room, closing the door quietly behind her.

I praised and adored my body while I scrolled through the pictures of me on my phone. "What else can I do?" I questioned myself. It was past midnight already but I couldn't allow myself to just sleep and let this chance slip like some slimy shit on a layer of butter. I went to his library and I found totally amazing books; romance novels, books on business, motivational books, etc. I went for the romance novels and fortunately for me, I was able to complete two of them; a fast reader, uhn. As I started with the third one, I was already feeling too sleepy. I was tempted to lay on my bed, keeping the book to my face. The more I tried to read, the more sleepy I was.

“I think if I have to read again about Corduroy losing his button, Swimmy and the school of red fish learning to overcome dangers together or Max being sent to bed without supper and traveling Where the Wild Things Are to become their king, I might be sick. Don’t we have any new books around here?” Juliet giggles and it fills me with so much joy, I nuzzle her neck as she replies. “Of course we do. There’s a whole shelf of them in her playroom. The problem is you let her pick. And if you weren’t so entertaining while you read to her—giving each character a different voice and acting out some of the parts—you might not have that difficulty. You’d bore her to sleep like I do.” “How else are you