Bedtime Reading For Adults Novels & Stories

The scent of aged leather and paper fills the air, inviting me to dive into them. “Woah. This was hidden here all along, and you decided to bring me here just now?” “Don't worry, you can now come here whenever you want,” I was pleased with the answer. I wasn't having it any other way. I was a bookworm as long as I remember my existence. I was so into reading fantasy and literature, that my night lamp would stay on all night. Yes, I went as far as pulling all-nighters in curiosity to know what happened next. I couldn't sleep until I had finished reading the story completely. Hence, my habit of completing books in a single day was seen as an achievement by mom. She always ran away from reading

Perhaps I ought to swap to an audio book, that might soothe me whilst I wait. “Hey honey, you asleep yet?” I hear my mother say from the other side of the door. My fairy lights are still on and my bedside lamp, she can see the light no doubt filtering below the gap at the bottom of my door. It’s getting past my curfew and my folks really don’t like for me to be awake much past eleven. I have to be up at half six to fit in a run before school, shower and all the usual stuff everyone has to do. I sigh and reach for the remote by me on the bed. I press the small button which turns my fairy lights off and then hit the switch on my bedside table. I’ve got a small reading light that fits onto my b

The sudden darkness in the small bedroom felt heavy. I had packed four books for this trip. Four heavy, literary novels. I had a meticulous reading schedule mapped out in my notebook. I had even curated a playlist specifically designed for reading near water. Uncle David had a lot to answer for.. When sleep had refused to come to my eyes I carefully slid out from under the sheet. I heard a disturbing, weak sound in the mattress that made my heart stopped. I took a deep breath, then waited for the slow rhythmic breathing of baby max, across the hall to tell me that nothing had been disturbed.

She smiled. The painting watched. The next morning, Eli read bedtime stories. He had been doing it for weeks. Every night. Before the children went to sleep. He sat in the rocking chair. The children gathered around him. Hope on his lap. Grace on his left. Derek Jr. on his right. Grace Marie on the floor. Baby Hope in her bassinet. He read about stars. About moons. About worlds far away. The children listened. The children smiled. The children slept. He did it without being asked. Without being thanked.

Jackson likes to play there, and we left with an armload of picture books, as well as a few paranormal romances for me. One of the books is on the coffee table next to me, and I intended on reading it. Jackson fell asleep pretty quickly tonight, and once he was down, I took a quick shower, changed into my PJs, and came downstairs to have a cup of tea and read. It’s so domestic it’s weird.

“If you don’t want to lie down, at least sit by the bed until I fall asleep. Then you can go crash on the couch.” Realizing there was no winning this, William finally nodded. “Fine. I’ll grab a chair and sit by your bed until you’re asleep.” “Good.” Back in the bedroom, Liz curled up under the blanket while William sat at her bedside, quietly watching her. After a while, she opened her eyes again. “Nope, still can’t sleep.” “Then I’ll read to you,” he offered. He got up, retrieved a novel from the study, and began to read aloud. His voice was low, smooth, and soothing, the kind that could melt through the dark. Before long, Liz’s breathing slowed, soft and even.

He took a seat beside me and said, "I don't watch television that much but I watch comedy shows when I get home. It makes me feel better after laughing at it for some time. Since you're nineteen, I would suggest you watch some documentaries to learn something new." "Okay. Let's watch some documentaries then." After watching television for a while, I asked Lance, "I feel bored. I mean, I've seen like ten movies in the last hour. I don't know what else to do. Lance, what do adults do when they're home alone?" "They take a rest, read a book, clean their houses, and make sure that everything is working properly." I thought for a while and said, "I got an idea." "What's that?" He tilted his head

My hands skimmed the books stacked in the book shelves, and time ticked by painfully slow as I took Alpha Nolan's younger brother's advice and stayed inside the room. It had been over two hours since I slept and woke up on the white and gold bed, so I decided to take a look at all the books that were in the book shelves. The writing on the spines were mostly fading away, gathering dust as they had no use for the people who lived here. I admired some of the old classics and new books as my eyes wandered over every title. I had gathered a stack of books in my hand, picking the ones I wanted to read and taking them out. So far I had five books which were classics that I knew would peak my inter

Like 271 days was boring. Like home was obvious. _Thump._ *3:00 PM. [SFX: CLOCK. THEN NONE. THEN SEVEN.]* Living room. Not fireplace. Not _COURT_ box. Burned 265 days ago. Just us. Seven. Me. Floor. February. Chest. Sleeping. 3 PM. On time. Adrian. Next to me. 59 BPM. Head on my shoulder. Alex. Other side. Book. Reading. To her. _The House That Was Just Home._ Page 1. “Once upon a time there was a house that was not a court…”

“I just… wasn’t expecting anyone.” She gave me a small smile and tucked a loose curl behind her ear. “I usually come in here when I can’t sleep. Reading helps me relax, you know?” I nodded, even though my mind was still spinning from the missing book. “Yeah… I get that.” Cindy walked over to one of the chairs in the corner and sat down, her eyes flicking to the shelves around us. “There’s something calming about being in here at night. Like the books are whispering stories only the moon gets to hear.”