Bedtime Stories For Adults On Spotify Novels & Stories

“I think… I’d like that.” He helped me onto the blanket he had laid out on the terrace floor. We sat side by side, shoulders touching lightly. The stars were breathtaking. I felt my body relax in a way I hadn’t in months, just letting myself exist in the quiet company of Damon Moretti. “I want a bedtime story,” I said suddenly, breaking the peaceful silence. He looked at me, raising one eyebrow. “A bedtime story? From me?” “Yes. You’re my bedtime storyteller tonight,” I said, trying to sound playful, though my heart was racing.

"You know the rules. Bedtime is bedtime. And besides, they probably want to have some grown-up talk." "What do grown-ups talk about?" I think for a second, then grin down at him. "Taxes," I say. "And their boring, boring jobs." Brandon wrinkles his nose in distaste. "Ugh." "Yeah, it's terrible," I say with a mock sigh, "but you have to do it, when you're a grown-up. Luckily for you, you're still a kid. So we don't have to talk about mortgages, and instead, I get to tell you a bedtime story. How's that sound?"

"But for tonight, you are going to wear my shirt. I am going to hold you and I will dream of what it's going to feel like to be inside you." Naudia slides the T-shirt over her head to both my relief and disappointment. I go to my dresser and find myself a pair of shorts. I slide my shorts on and pull Naudia over to the bed. I lay down, and Naudia lays down next to me. I wrap my arms around her, and she snuggles closer to me. I kiss the top of her head and whisper. "Let's get some sleep." "Goodnight Daddy." I groan and she giggles. Damn her. "Goodnight Naudia."

Dad’s mansion in the hills - marble floors, twenty-foot ceilings, the kind of place that makes people whisper when they walk in. It had turned into chaos now Aunts arguing over stuffing recipes in the kitchen, uncles yelling at football on the massive TV, cousins chasing each other through the halls. I’m Max, eighteen. Senior year. Rich-kid problems, right? Except tonight I couldn’t sleep. I’d By midnight the house had finally gone quiet. I’d been rotting in bed for hours, scrolling TikTok with the lights off. My stomach growled, and that's when I knew I had to get something to eat

She nodded earnestly, her little face serious as she scrubbed away. We then went to their room, where I helped them into their favorite pajamas. Zenith chose his dinosaur ones, while Zendaya picked her unicorn set. “Alright, into bed you go,” I said, tucking them under the covers. “How about a bedtime story?” Their faces lit up, and they nodded eagerly. I sat on the edge of the bed and began, “Once upon a time, in a vast and endless desert, there was a single seed. This seed was special because it had a dream—to become a beautiful flower.”

Before she realized it, she had fallen asleep. By the time she woke up, night had fallen. Her phone buzzed nonstop on the pillow beside her. As soon as she answered, Matteo's voice came through. "Riverdale, Room 703. Get here now." Evelyn hesitated for a moment before getting up. She freshened up and headed over. The moment she stepped into the private room, her eyes landed on Rebecca. Rebecca's eyes were red, making her look like a fragile little bunny, all pitiful and wronged.

“The relaunch, the pregnancy, everything with Stevie. I just want to make sure you’re not taking on too much.” His concern warms me in a way I can’t quite put into words. “I’m okay,” I say, squeezing his hand. “I mean, I’m tired, and some days it feels like I’m spinning ten plates at once, but... I’m okay.” Later, after we’ve cleaned up and gotten Collin into his pajamas, we all pile onto his bed for storytime. Bill reads his favorite book—Goodnight, Goodnight, Construction Site—using the silly voices that make Collin giggle uncontrollably.

Just as he approached a room’s doorway, he heard Tina and Kara’s conversation drifting from inside the room. “Tonight’s bedtime story is called ‘Tadpoles Searching for Their Mommy.’ The warm spring is here… A bunch of little tadpoles want to look for their mommy… After overcoming all the obstacles, the little tadpoles finally found their froggy mommy. Together, they lived happily ever after…” Tina’s tone was gentle as she read the bedtime story out loud from the storybook to her daughter. Kara lay in her arms, her heavy eyelids already glued together. She struggled to say, “The little tadpoles are very pitiful… I won’t be separated from you, Mommy… Even if we do get separated, I’ll find you

She could hear something just above that, too, the sound of familiar voices calling. Her parents, shouting out her name, closer, closer... searching when they hadn’t been able to find her. Their cries becoming frantic the louder and nearer they came. They were calling her name, demanding that she answer them. But she couldn’t; she was just too tired, and she knew already she was on the grass, laying there fast asleep. Knew also, sadly, that she would not be able to answer those calls for a long, long time.

Sia hasn’t eaten yet as well. She walked to the kitchen to wash her hands, get the paint off her, and grab some water from the fridge. Sia was really tired, so she lay down on the couch and watched TV. She flipped through the channels and settled on Ghost Adventures, which was her all favorite time show other than Sons of Anarchy, of course. She started to doze off 10 minutes into watching the show. While she was busy watching, she suddenly heard a voice saying, “This show will give you nightmares.” She jumped out of shock and fell off the couch.