Bedtime Reads 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.

I want to see Ember before it gets too late in the evening. Alina hops off me and trots up the steps. Alina: ‘She’s been waiting for you.’ I smile and follow her through the front door and head straight for the two-year-old nursery. Maggie and Melissa are both in there putting the little ones to bed. I lean against the doorway and take in the scene before me. Maggie is reading, “Don’t Push the Button,” and Melissa is tucking little ones into bed. The little ones are extra unruly this evening and several are jumping on their beds. Melissa looks to be stressed to the max, while Maggie seems oblivious as she continues to read the book despite the chaos.

A dress, new apparently, was lying on the bed. "Your clothes for tomorrow" he said very matter of factly. I will be by at 6:30 to bring you to breakfast. A mild "yes Doctor" was all I could manage. He handed me a book. "Your reading for tonight," he said. He kissed me on the cheek and left the room. I looked at the cover of the book he had just handed me. "The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty," by Anne Rice

"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.

Adina led him into his bedroom and said gently, “Do you want a bedtime story from me?” “Okay.” Alden took the book that was placed at the head of his bed. It was a book of idioms, one that was a little more on the esoteric side. Alden leaned against the bed and read the book slowly. After three stories, Alden finally closed his eyes and fell asleep. She switched off the light and tiptoed out of the room before gently closing the door behind her. Just then, she saw Duke also coming out of Melody’s room.

00 at night, I still have an hour to read this book. “I'm sorry, madam, it's only 09.00 at night, isn't bedtime every 10.00 at night? If I still have an hour and I can't sleep well, that's why I come here to just read a book to relieve boredom. Once again I'm sorry, if I have indeed violated a rule, please don't punish me with severe punishment."

Tonight, my sweet little daughter was wide awake, so we kept each other company in soft lighting and relative quiet while Fiona got her much-needed rest. I ran my fingers along the spines of the books on the top shelf of Fiona’s bedroom library. It dawned on me, as I paced around the quiet room with Lexi, that I perhaps I could use my sleeplessness for something productive and join my wife in her project of reading some of these parenting books…

I picked him off the floor and walked us to the bedroom. "Can't I stay up for five more minutes?" Adrian asked, his beautiful jade eyes shimmering in the glow of his Power Ranger night light. "No, baby, you have school tomorrow," I told him, getting into the bed beside him. "How about a bedtime story?" "Yes!" he squealed excitedly. I chuckled and brought out my phone. After a few pages of the children's book I'd saved on my Kindle, Adrian was fast asleep. Plugging my phone in, I settled beside him, stroking his dark hair away from his chubby face.

She hoped he was having pleasant dreams despite the strange way he slept. She lay back on her pillow and stared up at the ceiling. Although tired, she fought sleep. She feared submitting to the desire to sleep would drag her back to the realm of terror. As she lay in silence, she noticed a glow emanating from downstairs, and then she heard the sound of a page being turned. Is someone awake? she asked herself as she slid from the bed and tip-toed down the staircase. At the base of the steps, she came to a stop, seeing that Duskin sat on his bed with several books laying around him. His gaze transferred from the book by his knee and the notebook as he wrote in the notebook.

I've had soothing tea, I've smoked a joint provided by a fellow hippie downstairs… I've tried literally everything, but hello, insomnia, feel free, since you insist! I look at the furniture in the room, whose shadows are like animals moving strangely in the dark. But that doesn't scare me, it makes me bored. To top it off, Loretta is snoring like an angel in the next bed. So jealous! On his headboard, a book whose new title catches my attention. I remember how effective the reading was in returning my dream and I risk trying the same strategy again. Carefully, I take the book from Loretta's bedside table and turn on a dim light on my cell phone so I can read under the blanket. I know it's no