Bedtime Stories About Love Novels & Stories

She thought "Stories has it that when an Alpha and his Luna bonds directly under the moon, babies comes out and their love for each other gets stronger" "I can't believe you fall for such kinds of story" "It's real you know" Rosa rolled her eyes, this was the same story that was going on during her day, Liam's mother fell for this story and of course Liam was a product of that intense night. The only problem was that Liam's father's feelings never changed. He didn't love her or try to do anything, he only hurt her and caused her pain up until her death. That was devastating for her, and from there on she hated listening to such fallacy, it was tales told to naive little girls and they would

I thought I was loved, I never knew he used me to get close enough to my baby. Just then, my eyelids grew heavy and I slowly fell into deep sleep, while cuddling the sofa pillows and drenching it with tears.

I demanded, ignoring Eli’s chuckle beside me. “That’s for thinking who you love would bother us,” she sniffed. “We love you, son. And we love love.” Her lips trembled into a smile. “Love goes beyond whatever rules people think it follows. So we would never question who you love. Guy, girl—it doesn’t matter. Well…” she glanced at my dad, “…unless the person seems bad for you.” That earned a small chuckle from him, and it made me laugh too. “So you’re not mad?” I asked again, like I needed the clarification to really believe it.

"Emma, your surprise is going to make tomorrow the most perfect wedding anyone could ever have." Finally feeling sleepy, I let Mommy tuck me into bed with extra dolphin stuffed animals and the promise that tomorrow will be magical in every possible way. "Mommy, will you tell me one more story about Romano family love before I fall asleep?" "What kind of story?" "Tell me the story about how you and Daddy learned that choosing each other every day is more important than just feeling love feelings."

“Forever, even in silence.” I remember our first night together, the way he trembled when he touched me, how he made love to me like he was discovering religion for the first time. He kissed every part of me like I was made of prayers. When it was over, he pressed his forehead to mine and said, “I will never let anything take you from me.” Funny how the world makes liars of lovers. Noah didn’t ask about his father much. And when he did, I’d give vague answers. “He was strong,” I’d say. “Smart. A man of big dreams.” All of which were true, even if the truth itself was a lie.

Shayla resisted longer, peppering me with last-minute questions about whether clouds slept and if frogs had birthdays. Lucas waited until the others were settled before speaking quietly. “Can you tell a story?” Something in his tone—hopeful, vulnerable—unlocked a memory deep inside me. “My mother used to tell me stories,” I said softly. “Would you like one of those?” Three heads nodded eagerly. So I began. I told them about the moon that fell in love with the sea but could never touch it, about the brave girl who taught the stars how to sing, about the fox who tricked winter into leaving early.

Brandon dismissed the nannies and told them he was going to put them to sleep. “Daddy, Please tell us a bedtime story,” Audrey said and Brandon nodded in response. He told them his favorite bedtime story, the magic prince and the werewolf girl. It was his favorite bedtime story when he was still a child, his mom always told him the story every night before he slept. Oh, he misses his mom so much. He wondered if she was still alive. He quickly shook off the thoughts, he had the feelings deep down that his mom was still alive and he was going to do anything in his power to find her.

I would be damned if I only instructed them and left. For a million years, my order would only accumulate dirt, as Ethan and Ezra would bury themselves in their video games and Emily would baby Penny. “Mum, tell us a bedtime story.” Ezra pleaded. Defeated, I began my tale of the legendary Wolf's King and his Luna. It happened to be their favourite story, and they never grew weary of it. In less than ten minutes, they were all fast asleep, like wasted adults. I tucked them into bed and watched them sleep for a while before turning off the light.

I whispered with a loving smile, "which story would you like tonight?" Mathew's face lit up with excitement, his tiny hands reaching for his favorite book. "The one about the brave little wolf, Mumma!" I chuckled as I opened the book, a captivating story about a young wolf's grand adventure. Mathew listened with rapt attention, his eager eyes fixed on the pages as I spun the tale of bravery and exploration. By the time I reached the part where the little wolf found solace under the silvery glow of the moon, my son was already fast asleep.

I love her so much. “Shh, not tonight, Lev…Tonight, Mommy has a special task for you…But let me ask you something first: Do you love me?” “Mmhm”, I nodded my head. “And do you love your sister, brother, and Daddy, too?” she asked me. “I do, but I love Maree more than Meeran. She tells the best bedtime stories and always plays and cuddles with me. He is mean and bully, but I love him too,” I said.