Bedtime Stories For Littles Novels & Stories

I whispered with a loving smile, “Which story would you like tonight?” Mike’s face lit up with excitement, his tiny hands reaching for his favorite book. “The one about the brave little wolf, Mumma!” I chuckled as I opened the book, a captivating story about a young wolf’s rand adventure. Mike listened with rapt attention, his eager eyes fixed on the pages as I spun the tale of bravery and exploration. By the time I reached the part where the little wolf found solace under the silvery glow of the moon, my son was already fast asleep.

I whispered with a loving smile, "which story would you like tonight?" Mathew's face lit up with excitement, his tiny hands reaching for his favorite book. "The one about the brave little wolf, Mumma!" I chuckled as I opened the book, a captivating story about a young wolf's grand adventure. Mathew listened with rapt attention, his eager eyes fixed on the pages as I spun the tale of bravery and exploration. By the time I reached the part where the little wolf found solace under the silvery glow of the moon, my son was already fast asleep.

That I also used that spoon just moments ago? My face heated up, and I avoided his gaze. “I'm going to the bathroom.” I quickly tell him and then I run out of the room, so as to not make a fool of myself again.. ¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤ That night, before I left, Sophia and Franklin asked me to tell them a bedtime story. Even though I had experiences in putting Xavier and Clayton to sleep, I only knew of the story of the three little pigs and of course Cinderella but my boys weren't ever interested in that second one.

She switched off the ceiling light and left the lamp by her bedside switched on. She laid down next to Brian. The boy blinked, seemingly not having the the slightest urge to sleep. Miranda started to have a headache. It seemed like kids needed stories readout for them before going to sleep. Miranda shrugged helplessly, "I don't know how to tell stories. What if I sing a song for you?” Brian became filled with anticipation as he nodded. Thus Miranda gently patted his back as she started to sing softly:

Give a big sighed, and went to triplets room. "Alright, my little ones, it's time for bed. Let's gather around for a bedtime story." Ericka asked her children. "But Mommy, we want Daddy to read us a story." Moneth said. "I know, sweetheart, but Daddy is working late tonight. He sends his love and promises to read you two stories tomorrow." she answered. "Two stories? Yay!" Macky clap his hands. "That's right. But for tonight, how about I read you your favorite story? The one with the three little bears?"

I tried to sound serious but I could feel something blooming in my chest. “Do you think I'm take advantage of you? That's mean, you know,” he sent a pouting sticker. “Stop being annoying and go to bed. I have to do your project after all,” I typed back. “Goodnight and don't forget to dream about me,” he replied. “Love you.” Even if he meant it casually, seeing those words written out by him made me feel light inside. Nearly like I wanted this conversation to go on. “Goodnight.”

“Mommy.” I looked at him instantly. “Yes baby?” “Can you read me a bedtime story please?” he asked sleepily. “Sure baby,” I quickly sat by him. “I’ll read it offhand. Is that okay?” He nodded. I went on to tell him a few stories I could remember from my childhood and by the time I was done, he was already fast asleep. I leapt to my feet and snuck out of the room. When I got to Malcolm and my room, he was not there.

they echoed and I walked in, shutting the door behind me. "Who's ready for a bed time story?" I said and they giggled. "Me!" "Alright, alright. Get in position," I stated. They hurriedly laid down on their beds, pulling their blankets up. I couldn't help but grin as they watched me with curious amber eyes that reminded me of Rai. "Once upon a time..." I began. Time seemed to move slowly as I engaged my baby girls with story telling. Eventually, the story came to an end and it was time for them to go to sleep.

"I want to stay with you now. I miss you so much." "I know, sweetheart. How about Mommy tells you a really fun story? You get some sleep, and when you wake up, I promise I'll stay a few extra hours with you. How does that sound?" "You promise?" "Pinky swear!" I cross my fingers and kiss them. "Okay." I help him get comfortable in bed and sit in a chair to start telling him the story. "I want the story of The Girl with the Red Hood." "Oh wow, that's not exactly a bedtime story, Alex!" I grumble. "How about something more…"

Andrew's eyes remained fixed on the documents in front of him as he circled and marked them with a pen. "Daddy, we can't sleep," June said softly. "Daddy, Daddy, can you tell us a bedtime story?" Andrew replied nonchalantly, "No." "Why?" The two children walked over to Andrew and looked up at him. "Mommy always tells us bedtime stories. We can't sleep without bedtime stories." "Just close your eyes and you'll fall asleep," Andrew said. June reached out and tugged at Andrew's clothes. "We tried, but we couldn't sleep."