Novel & Cerita Bedtime Reads

“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.”

She hoped to be looking at it for many more. They went to bed at ten. She read for twenty minutes, the island novel she had been finishing slowly because the final weeks of the pregnancy had made sustained concentration at night less reliable than usual. She read carefully, going back when she lost the thread, until she arrived at the last page and finished it and lay with the closed book on her chest for a moment, the way she always sat with finished books before she put them away. He was already asleep. She set the book on the nightstand and turned off the lamp and lay in the dark and listened to his breathing, even and slow beside her.

"Okay, let's head back to bed." Meredith picked up the book that she had not finished reading a moment ago. "Caden, do you want me to continue reading you a bedtime story?" "Yes, thank you, mommy." Caden nodded. Josiah said a little helplessly, "So, I'm being left out again." Meredith was immersed in the joy of reading the book to Caden, and Caden was delightfully listening to Meredith read him a bedtime story, so they ignored him.

I followed them inside, my heart warm from watching their bond. Raymond took her straight to the kids’ room. From the look of it, Bridget had already helped her get ready for bed. He gently placed her down and sat beside her. “Would you like me to read a bedtime story?” “Yes, Uncle Raymond!” she said excitedly. I doubted she’d fall asleep any time soon—she looked way too happy and energetic. Raymond looked up at me. “Why don’t you go take your bath? I’ll be right behind you once I’m done here. You’ve got work tomorrow, remember?”

"Mama. Dada. Luna sleep?" "It's 7 PM, baby. Way past your bedtime." "Story first?" "Always story first." We followed her to her room—no longer a nursery, now a full toddler room with a big girl bed she'd recently transitioned to. "Which book tonight?" Alexander asked. "ALL books!" "We're not reading all the books. Pick three." "Five!" "Three." "Four!" "Deal. Four books." She selected them carefully. "Hungry Caterpillar. Wild Things. Good Night Moon. And... this one!"

"When our mom left. He couldn't sleep. The sound of a voice... it helps." I looked at this man—this powerful, intimidating billionaire—standing shirtless in a guest room at 2:00 AM, offering to read me a bedtime story to help me sleep. My heart cracked open a little wider. "Yes," I whispered. "Please." He dragged the armchair closer to the bed. He grabbed the book I had been struggling with—a dense sci-fi novel—and opened it to the bookmark. He started to read. His voice was deep, rhythmic, soothing. It wasn't the voice of the CEO. It was the voice of Noah.

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.

Nathaniel said. “Another one! Another one!” Sebastian requested. Alisa nodded with a smile. “You want another story, Ali?” Nathaniel asked his daughter. Alisa nodded. “I can’t hear you, baby.” Alisa swayed her body at first, then spoke. “Another one!” Nathaniel chuckled, pinching Alisa’s cheek lightly. “Good girl.” They hadn’t seen Serena yet, so they eagerly listened to another story. The last book Nathaniel read was 'Goodnight Moon.' It was the perfect story to get them ready for bed. As he read, he changed his tone and pointed to the items mentioned in the book. By the time he was done, the kids were satisfied.

I begin to stand up and grab the smaller hamper when Lorie begins to speak. "Um.. Layla?" She says hesitantly. "Yes." I reply back gently. "Can we read a book tonight?" She asks with pleading eyes. "Sure!" I reply. "What did you have in mind?" I ask as I approach the side of her bed. Slowly Lorie pulls a book out from under her pillow and hands it to me as I sit down on the bed next to her. The book is a mild chapter book and the label reads "Hank the Cowdog".

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.