Bedtime Stories For Adults On Spotify Novels & Stories

Believing that her maternal instincts had finally won out and she couldn’t bear to go through with it, I weakly reached a hand out toward her. “Martha... quickly, the hospital. If we wait any longer, it will be too late.” But she suddenly jerked her head away, avoiding my gaze entirely as she barked a cold order to the maids. “Go fetch some ropes.” Horror contorted my features. I fought with everything I had, but the sedative coursing through my veins left me completely drained of strength. Moments later, a heavy iron frame was wheeled into the bedroom. They grabbed my arms, dragging me forcefully toward the terrifying metal rack.

“Twenty nights,” Kai Lennox murmured against Damien’s lips as they stumbled out of the elevator and into the penthouse at 11:49 p.m. The words felt heavy, almost sacred. Twenty nights of the same addictive rhythm, and yet tonight it felt different deeper, more settled, like the pattern had finally locked into place and refused to be broken.

"When our mom left. He couldn't sleep. The sound of a voice... it helps." I looked at this man—this powerful, intimidating billionaire—standing shirtless in a guest room at 2:00 AM, offering to read me a bedtime story to help me sleep. My heart cracked open a little wider. "Yes," I whispered. "Please." He dragged the armchair closer to the bed. He grabbed the book I had been struggling with—a dense sci-fi novel—and opened it to the bookmark. He started to read. His voice was deep, rhythmic, soothing. It wasn't the voice of the CEO. It was the voice of Noah.

“You sound like her.” “Good. Someone has to.” Evening comes soft. We eat outside—grilled fish, fresh bread, fruit so ripe it stains fingers. Conversation drifts: coral bleaching data, new encryption standards, someone’s toddler learning to swim. Ordinary. Precious. After the little ones are in bed, the adults linger around the fire pit. Someone starts the ritual we’ve kept alive since Luca’s time: one story per person, true, no embellishment. Elias goes first. “I found an old audio file last month. Luca reading a bedtime story to Elena when she was small. His voice was younger than I ever heard it. He did all the voices—dragon, knight, even the princess. Terrible French accent.”

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.

Trigg watched in amazement as her skirt quit moving and both babies settled down completely. “For those of you that didn’t get to see this like I did, that was pretty damned awesome.” He admitted and then looked at Athos. “Does that happen a lot?” “Yeah. They seem to like do-whop and classic country. Specifically, Cash, Waylon, Platters and Clovers.” Athos answered. “And Tank reads them a bedtime story every night.” Law added as the grooms stood back up. “They’re very good daddies.” Evie smiled at her men and then her belly. “I’m just the incubator.”

They have a doctor and an engineer as sons. Because there was a bathroom in the room, I showered before sleeping. For the pleasure of the water's heat, there was only the rumbling of the shower. After dressing, I quickly retired to bed and closed my eyes, exhausted. I was sobbing as I saw all I had dreamed of gradually going away. They surrounded my nose with an unknown scent, and the caress reawakened me. "Do not yell," a baritone voice said, and my nerves were on the verge of exploding.

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.

William sighed, his voice sounded like anger, making me feel my heart flutter again. "I didn't mean that, I thought you were tired so I went to bed" “I have trouble sleeping, the phone, and the charger is all out, I” 'm a little hesitant, it seems difficult to say, but I remain silent and expect “must listen to music to sleep”. It's his habit every night, like a kid but cute. Reminds me of a childhood day "Hey Bi, I can't sleep, sing to me" "Go to sleep and you won't be afraid"

She said in suggestion. Herzl nods and gets up from the couch. Ciara follows him to his bedroom, where he gets to change into his pajamas. Then they sit down on his bed and Ciara begins to tuck him in. As she does, she asks. “Do you want me to tell you a bedtime story?” “Yes, please…" Herzl uttered, his eyes already beginning to droop as he lay comfortably on his bed. Ciara thinks for a moment before replying. “I'll tell you the story of the three little pigs.” She enounced. Herzl's eyes light up, and he gives a sleepy grin.