Bedtime Stories For Adults On Spotify Novels & Stories

if she could control time, then she would stop time forever. She release herself from her dad's grip and wish him good night, but her dad wasn't willing to leave her side so soon...they enter her room as her dad puts her to bed, placing a blanket over her. Tonight is the last time he will be with her and he wants to make the most of it, he takes a seat at the bedside, wanting to sing her to sleep...he knows she is a lover of Barbie so choosing a good lullaby for her won't be a problem. Deciding to go with "the sun goes down" by Rosella and her mom, he starts vocalizing...

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.

His fingers tapped on the tabletop without any rhythm as he said flatly, “Babies sleep with their parents. I don’t mind giving you a chance to sleep with me.” Harold was speechless. No one would want to sleep with a devil, like Daddy. He would be so frightened that he would not be able to fall asleep. George was speechless. He would rather sleep alone. “How about I sleep with all of you tonight?” Mrs. Winters smiled and said. “I have learned a few bedtime stories. I will tell you stories tonight.” “Yeah! Awesome!” Melody was the most supportive one as she clapped cheerfully. Harold, who was afraid that his daddy would force him to sleep with him, clapped as well. He said, “I can’t wait to he

A subdued silence enveloped the fireplace after Shango’s story, interrupted only by the occasional chirping of the night crickets. “That does not count as a bedtime story,’’ Babybaby finally found her voice. “It is child,’’ the thunder god answered. “No it’s not’’ Babybaby insisted quite stubbornly. “bedtime stories are supposed to be a nice tales with happy ending, all bedtime fairytales are, like the ones Amaka used to read to me, this one is a stupid story.’’

“You should go to sleep. It’s two in the morning.” “It is?” she questioned as she stretched. “Yes, so go to bed.” She stood and bowed. “Goodnight, Sunbae,” she replied before walking down the steps and out the entrance. Rhee Min-Jun turned away and spoke: “You can come from the doorway now.” “How’d you know?” Jeremy questioned as the group entered. “Jeremy, are you really asking him that?” Cass questioned. “Point taken,” Jeremy replied. “So why were you playing so much music?” Kyung Jiho yawned. I’m used to hearing the soft melodies but the last two happy ones and the one sad melody were new.”

“Get to bed, kid. You have school tomorrow.” “Yes, father.” I say sarcastically. “Do not start with me.” He says, gently shaking Morana. “Wake up, honey.” Morana startles awake and Alec grins. “Let's go to bed, everyone.” I stand just as they do, heading upstairs to my bed. I brush my teeth and then fall into bed. I don't even stir again until the alarm on my phone goes off at five-thirty in the morning, playing She Hates Me by Puddle of Mudd.

“Bad girls don’t get to cum on the first night. You’ll sleep like this — wet, horny, and aching. Maybe tomorrow I’ll give you more.” He pulled my thong back into place and gave my ass one final hard slap. “Get under the covers. Sleep. I’ll check on you in the morning.” Uncle Ken walked to the door, but before leaving he looked back at me. “Welcome to your new life for the next seven days, Hilda. Try to behave or not. I enjoy breaking naughty girls like you.” He closed the door. I lay there in the dark, ass stinging, pussy dripping, nipples hard, and my body burning with desire.

Abijahs POV (Dreaming) I was still in the park laying on my blanket, all alone. I started singing songs that reminded me of Beta Shawn. And these are the main ones that popped up in my mind: That Guy by Tori Amos, How Can I Ease The Pain by Lisa Fischer, Ex-Factor by Lauryn Hill, The Wilhelm Scream by James Blake, Scared by Ashanti and Emotional Rollercoaster by Vivian Green and I sang them over and over again until I drifted off to sleep.

Luke joined us, kneeling and wrapping us both in his arms. “No monsters here, buddy,” Luke said, kissing his curls. “Only superheroes.” “I don’t want to sleep alone,” Eli mumbled. I exchanged a soft look with Luke, who only smiled and nodded. Then you won’t,” I said gently. We headed back to the bathroom, where I filled the tub a little more and slipped in with Eli resting against my chest, his breathing slowing as the warmth soothed him. Afterward, we all curled up in bed, Luke reading Eli’s favorite bedtime story; The Boy and the Silver Lion, a book Zephan had gifted him. Luke read out loud with that deep, calming voice our son loved so much. Eli nestled between us, eyelids drooping.

he said gently. “Good. Because I’d lie and say no,” she whispered, a soft smile tugging at her lips. He chuckled on the other end. “Want a bedtime poem?” “You write poems now?” “No,” he said. “I collect them.” She curled into her sheets, exhaustion hanging heavy in her bones. “Go on.” He read, voice low and steady. May the nights be soft, even when the past knocks. May your voice be steady, even when your hands shake.