Bedtime Reads Novels & Stories

"Take good care of him, please. He's one of my treasures." "Okay." Brayden nodded, taking berry away from me. "Hi berry. I'm Brayden." "So, what story do you want me to read to you?" "Alice in wonderland!" He grinned widely, hugging berry as tight as he could." "Okay," I laughed. "Hold on, let me get that book outside." I walked out of my room and met mom on the way out. "Reading Brayden a bedtime story?" She asks. I nodded. "Honestly, Brayden is such an angel. Lucas however..." she sighs as she shook her head.

My heartbeat picked up as I pushed aside the curtain of woven light and stepped into Jayden’s space. He was sitting on the bed. Cross legged and focused. Completely unaware of me. A thick book rested in his hands, pages filled with symbols and writing that shimmered faintly as he read. I recognized the title from whispers and panic filled conversations. The Gem of Life. That damn book again. His hair was slightly messy like he had been running his hands through it out of frustration. There were faint shadows under his eyes, the kind that came from exhaustion, not lack of sleep. He looked thinner too, not weak, just stretched thin by stress and responsibility he never asked for.

“Bed.” Then suddenly Avery brightened. “Wait!” Katelyn narrowed her eyes suspiciously. “What?” Avery looked directly at Kevin. “Can you read me a bedtime story?” Katelyn blinked. “You haven’t asked for bedtime stories in years.” “But I want Kevin to do it.” “Why?” “Because he’s good at the voices.” Kevin looked startled. “I am?” “Yes!” Avery nodded excitedly. “I saw you reading to the sick kids at the hospital one time.”

I really didn't know that until today. My attention was drawn back to Hailey as I hear her voice asking Darrell to read her a bed time story before going to bed. “ Okay, so which one do you want us to read?” “ The little mermaid.” “ Oh that one. Right on it, my little princess.” I couldn't help but smile as I listened to him read her a bedtime story in his gentle, soothing voice after Hailey complained more than three times, telling him the kind of voice she wants Darell to use when reading the story.

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.

Ask permission for sweets, screen time over two hours, or leaving the house alone. Bedtime at 10:00 p.m. on weeknights—story and cuddles mandatory. Chores earn stars—ten stars mean a special reward chosen together. Misbehavior earns corner time or spanking—always followed by cuddles and forgiveness. Honesty always. Safewords anytime (red/yellow/green). You are cherished, protected, and adored—every single day. She read it every morning while sipping her juice at the little table they’d set up for her in the kitchen, and every time, a flutter of happiness filled her chest.

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.

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.

“You know, you’re very good at negotiating bedtime.” He giggled, snuggling into the blankets. So, I gave in. I flipped the book open and started reading, putting a bit of extra drama into the voices just to make him laugh. And it worked—every exaggerated sound effect and funny expression had him clutching his stomach, giggling until his eyes watered. For a moment, the weight on my chest lightened. His laughter was infectious, warm, and for the first time that day, I actually felt… at peace. Eventually, his energy started to fade. His eyelids drooped, his little head tilted against my arm, and his breathing slowed. I kept reading softly until the words no longer reached him—he was out cold.

Dora clapped excitedly as he reached for the story book from the shelf closest to her bed and sat beside her, opening it to the very first page. “Are you ready to hear about the adventure of Peter Pan?” “Yes, daddy,” Ryan smiled at her, kissing her hand before he began reading to her hearing and understanding. Soon, his soft and calm voice had lured the child into a peaceful sleep with soft snores escaping from her pouty lips. An affectionate smile spread across Ryan's lips when he noticed she was fast asleep. Gently and soundlessly, he got off the bed, returned the book and left the room, jamming the door softly.