Bedtime Stories For Boyfriend Novels & Stories

he murmured, writing it like it was a mission objective. She watched him. Focused. Serious. Intent. Like a determined father trying to memorize a world he had missed. “And he likes stories before sleeping,” she added softly. Reid paused at that. “What kind?” “Adventures. Brave heroes. Silly monsters. Anything where someone protects someone else.” He nodded slowly and wrote: Bedtime stories – protective theme. The room felt different now. Not heavy. Not tense. But quiet. “You already had lists for me too?” she asked after a moment.

This was the first time he’d shared a bed with both his Mummy and Daddy, and he couldn’t contain his happiness. "Daddy," he said. "Yes, son?" "Can you tell me a bedtime story? Mummy always does it, but now that you’re staying, you should tell me one." Liam held my hand and Scott’s hand too, as if he wanted the three of us to stay connected forever. "I’m not very good at bedtime stories, but I’ll give it a try," Scott replied. Scott began telling Liam a bedtime story until he fell asleep. I tucked him in with the duvet and turned to the other side of the bed, trying to sleep. But I couldn’t, no matter how hard I tried.

So, with a deep breath, I tugged Night toward me until we were standing side by side and laced out fingers together, holding our hands up for my parents to see. I closed my eyes, squeezing Night’s hand for comfort. “Mom…dad…the truth is that…we aren’t just friends, “ I said shakily. “Night…he’s my boyfriend.”

He thought she’s asleep when she stopped touching his scars and just rested her head on his chest with even breathing. He expected this night to be full of unforgettable conversations but as she was tired, he didn’t want to disturb her sleep and force her to talk. But now, her soft velvety voice is enough to drive away his demons. He pulled her body towards him with a chuckle and placed a kiss on the top of her head before opening his mouth to speak. “What story?” He never knew that his little wolf is interested in listening to stories before sleep. Did she pick that habit up from his daughter? Who is the baby between them by the way? Does this mean he should buy story books for his girls?

he retorted. I furrowed my brows slightly. "Especially stubborn brats who don't listen," he added a bit harshly. "I was bored in my room. I decided to.... I decided to take a walk," I said nervously, lowering my gaze. How can someone make you feel excited and at the same time give you the creeps? "Your boyfriend will be back in a few hours. Remain in your room and wait patiently." Boyfriend? "That's not a hard thing to do, is it?" he asked.

When we finally pulled apart, he propped up on one elbow and said, “Are you happy now? You’ve finally woken up before me.” “Well, I’m proud of myself,” I said, smiling at him. “It’s a first, but it certainly won’t be the last.” “Why do you always want to wake up before me?” he asked. “Because I like staring at my boyfriend while he’s sleeping,” I said. “Is that such a crime?” “You’re a creep,” he whispered, kissing me quickly. “Says the guy whose hand is trying to slip under my shirt right now,” I said, pulling away from him. “Nice try, lover boy.”

He even checks the time differences, distance and all the practical things. As he speaks, his soft voice lulls me to sleep. I’m snuggled under the covers, talking—no, listening to my boyfriend. It couldn’t get better than this. My eyes flutter shut to the deep timbre of his voice, and the last thing I hear is; “I hope your brother approves of us, sweetheart.” “He will.” I respond. What I don’t know is… Did I respond out loud? Or in my sleep?

I didn't know if what I was saying was even making sense and judging by the sound of him chuckling it didn't make sense at all. " I know what you mean cupcake. I was just teasing you, but it's still too early to go out. Come on sleep just for ten more minutes then we will go after breakfast. Stay in bed with me cupcake." He kissed my forehead and I rested my head on his chest hearing his heart beat.It was such a wonderful feeling being in bed with my boyfriend cuddling and not doing anything else.I waited for ten minutes and soon found myself being woken up. Did I fall asleep?" baby wake up time for breakfast." I opened my eyes and found Kade sitting on the bed with a tray of pancakes and

“I want to know….” He pecked my lips, smiling warmly. “There was a time when prophecies were told in tales. Are you willing to listen to a boring bedtime story?” I giggled, snuggling closer to his warmth, not needing a duvet to keep the cold away. “I’d like that.”

he whispers in my ear, slowly moving the dtrap of my bra down my shoulder and just like that, I'm sold. True to his word, he manages to relax me like nothing else can, and in only a few minutes, my body's trembling in pleasure as I'm sent up amid the stars. "Here, now don't worry and just rest for a bit, and I'll get this shit done."he tells me and I only manage to murmur something in reply and whisper:" You're the best boyfriend in the world." I watch him shove my clothes in the suitcase for about a minute before I drift off to sleep.