Bedtime Reading For Adults Novels & Stories

They just follow her around like sheep with the hopes that she’ll notice them one day. I’m home in time to tuck Betsy in, and for the first day in weeks I can read her a bedtime story. She falls asleep long before I’m done, but I keep going until I reach the end of the book. It’s soothing, sitting here with her, listening to my own voice and her deep, even breathing. It calms my nerves a little.

Bedtime. Usually, this was Aurora's domain. It was her sacred hour, the time when the CEO vanished and the "Maman" took over. She would read Goodnight Moon or The Little Prince, her voice a soft, rhythmic lullaby that chased away the dragons. But tonight, Liam stood in the doorway. He was wearing a simple gray t-shirt and sweatpants, his feet bare on the plush carpet. He held a book in his hand. Not a picture book. A chapter book.

“Ciara, I’ll take them all and let you go to lunch.” “Are you sure?” she asked as she wrote her phone number on the back of a business card. “Yes. I have a friend who’s daughter is always looking for a new book to read. She’ll probably finish them all before I read one.” “Reading expands the mind.” The Rabi said as Knuckles pulled out his wallet. “Especially hers. She has chronic insomnia and her doctor recommended reading something boring.” He chuckled. “Turns out, she found the encyclopedia interesting.”

"Living. Raising our kids. Being present. That matters more than publications or perfect hair." I squeezed his hand. "When did you get so wise?" "Around kid number three. Perspective kicked in." --- We talked about everything except kids. Work. Current events. That book I'd been trying to read for three months. "I'm on page forty," I admitted. "Since February." "That's... really slow." "I read the same page five times. Keep falling asleep." "Maybe not the right book?" "Maybe not the right life stage for reading." "Fair." Dessert arrived. Chocolate cake. Actual adult dessert without having to share with small humans.

“Not tonight.” I left the leather volume on the worktable and practically fled to my bedroom. The sheets were cool when I crawled beneath them, still wearing my oversized sweater and lounge shorts. I pulled the covers up to my chin, closed my eyes, and willed myself to sleep. I’ll read more in the morning, I told myself. When the strange feeling is gone. When Stan’s angry words aren’t still ringing in my ears. Sleep came faster than expected, pulling me under like warm, scented oil.

she said. "I want you to read this novel for me until I sleep. For the past one week, I had been finding it difficult to sleep and the doctor's aren't helping, "he said. "When I have this similar issue during my days as a young lad, my mom would read children's stories for me until I'm able to find my peace and sleep."

This way I don’t have to carry books everywhere, but I always have something readily available. The books I keep by my bed are ones that I want to read, but can sometimes be a bit slow in parts, so they help me fall asleep. I’m currently reading “Les Misérables” by Victor Hugo. It’s an amazing book, but some of the details can be a bit much. I’ve always preferred fiction, but some parts of Les Mis read more like a history textbook, perfect for those nights I need help falling asleep.

Xavier said as I settled Loise in bed. “Okay,” I nodded, because I had something to ask him as well. I nodded and picked her bedtime stories. It was a Sleeping Beauty retelling. Xavier’s POV I never thought I’d attend a book reading, talk less of one for little children, yet here I was watching Nicole read bedtime stories about a sleeping knight and the princess who came to save him. “You do this to make her sleep at night?” I asked. “Yes, you should also try it since you have that thing… insomnia,” Loise said.