Novel & Cerita Bedtime Stories About Love

The night was supposed to fun- a light-hearted escape from the stress of college and her marriage. But for Ashleigh, it was anything but that. While her friends lay passed out in their sleeping bags under, she sat on the couch staring at the empty bottles of wine on the coffee table, unable to sleep. No matter how hard she tried to distract herself, her thoughts kept circling back to Adrian and Caelia. The image from the article burned in her mind: the way they stood together, the warm smile on her face as she held him closely….. They looked perfect. They looked like the kind of couple Adrian and she were not.

"Yay! Daddy reads the best bedtime stories." As Benedict took Saben upstairs, Sabrina turned to Penelope with narrowed eyes. "You know this constitutes war, don't you?" Penelope grinned, lifting her teacup in a toast. "Oh, bring it." Grandma Wendy laughed. "Ah, young love. The embarrassment that makes memories and so many confessions left unsaid.". Leila let out a dramatic sigh. "And somehow, it still took them years to realize they were in love." Teresa shook her head. "At least we get entertainment out of it."

Belinda tried to take off her husband’s clothes and he jacked her up in the process, while still kissing her. Immediately Belinda’s feet touched the ground, Ace turned on the shower and the water cascaded on them. As the water gently beat their bodies, Ace made love to his wife in a way he had never done since 6 years plus they got married. You know what they say about Make-Up Love Making? I guess that’s the effect the two lovebirds were experiencing at that moment because they have never had serious issues in their marriage before then.

The small pout made Richard chuckle as he ruffled the youngest pup’s hair and held his hand to get his teeth brushed. Nine was their curfew, and the three pups were tucked into their cots by Richard, who decided to tell them a story from long ago before they slept. It was only during bedtime that all three pups became docile. They loved hearing stories about the ancient wolves that Richard told compared to the glorious battles Ambrose liked to tell. The stories about meeting someone’s fated mate and falling in love with a human Luna often brought smiles to the pup’s face. The idea of having a mother weighed heavily on their minds, even if they didn’t express it outwardly.

“We’re home. Really home.” He smiled, a real, tired smile that reached his dark eyes. “Yeah. And I’m yours. Forever.” They lay tangled in the sheets for hours, bodies pressed close, whispering promises of the future. No more running. No more ghosts. Just pure passion, love, and the unbreakable bond they had fought so hard for.

Today he helped her pour her water in the bath then sat back on his heels waiting for her to mix the bath salts and sink into the tub first before sliding closer to her. He held the edge of the tub and looked at her with adoring eyes. She came to understand that he did not desire her he merely thought she was the smartest and most beautiful person ever. He reminded her every time of Strukus who thought she held the world in her hands. She smiled at him. "What stories do you have for me today?" She asked him. "The story of the goddess and the god killer. They fell in love." She laughed. He always loved romantic stories. In his own world gods never fought they only fell in love and had childre

worshipping each other's lips. "You don't need to learn Disney stories for our kids bedtime..."I said to her. "Huh..why so..."she asked me confused. "Is ours less than a Disney one?"I said..."More magical or dramatic than those.."she replied..."But for bringing them on earth...we should keep practicing..."I said kissing her neck and shoulder length.She kissed my jawline. "We are in garden Randhir..."she moaned when I flop a kiss on her shoulder blade. "Our love story is an open secret now.."I replied and ignored her excuses coz I know she is having hard time to control herself.

Maybe it was love. I was terrified to embrace the love. Every night, Kevin would read books in my room until I fell asleep before going to bed. The most recent bedtime book was a book about some discoveries that I didn't comprehend. He had casually read it to me. When the sleepiness set in, I felt the back of his palm gently touch my face, followed by a sigh. Half-asleep, I asked him what was wrong. It seemed like a millennium until he said, "Will you also give him carefully selected gifts?"

The current me was undesirable for any man, and my heart ached terribly. Still, I could not understand why Reynold kept me around even though he did not love me. He could have just told me, and we would have divorced. Yet, not only did he take away my ability to have children, but he even cheated and betrayed me, In the end, I didn't visit the doctor. Instead, I went home alone. The mansion was the home Reynold and I purchased when we got married, back when his career was just starting to take off. I could still remember us lying in bed, talking about the future. We had dreamed of having two kids—a boy and a girl—a perfect family of four.

Not about the Alpha whose touch still burned on my skin. “Nothing I can’t handle,” I lied softly. “I’ll tell you… later. When I can.” Her eyes searched mine for a moment longer, then she nodded and squeezed my hand. “Alright, my love. No pressure.” We sat there in silence for a while, the ticking clock filling the space between us. Then, out of nowhere, I asked, “Mom… do you remember those bedtime stories you used to tell me when I was little?” She smiled faintly. “About princesses and dragons?”