Bedtime Stories Mickey Mouse Novels & Stories

KATE stood quietly at the door to her baby brother’s room, watching the small figure on the bed breathe softly. King had finally fallen asleep, clutching his little teddy bear close to his chest. As usual, before drifting off, he had asked, “When are Mommy and Daddy coming back?” And like every other night since the incident, she had whispered, “Soon,” before kissing his forehead and pulling the blanket up to his chin.

“Look, Mommy! That one’s a horse.” I smiled softly as I stepped into the room. “And that one is a penguin,” I told them as I stopped beside the bed. “Can I join you? I’ll tell you a bedtime story while we watch the show.” Becky immediately scooted closer to Naomi to make space for me. “Here, Daddy.”

“Good girl. Now close your eyes, and go to sleep.” “But… what if the bad wolves come to get me?” I whispered timidly. She tucked my golden brown hair gently behind my ear. “There are no bad wolves sweetie. That story was just an old tale.” Suddenly her expression turned fearful. “But, there’s something else that’s out to get you.” My eyes widened in terror. “Mrs Tickle Bunny!” She began to tickle me. “Mama, stop it!” I said giggling. She stopped finally, a broad smile on her face. ‘Will you go to bed now?”

the twins groaned in unison. “Just one more story,” Liam pleaded. I smiled. “Okay, one story.” They cheered and ran ahead to their room. I followed them inside, sitting on the edge of Melanie's bed. I had left the room decorations to Mia and I must say she did a great job. Liam hopped onto his bed while Melanie curled up under her blanket, her bunny tucked under her chin. I picked up a book from their nightstand. “Alright, tonight’s story is…” I flipped through the pages of “The Little Prince.”

"I'm glad you loved it" "Mummy, please can you tell me another story?" "You need to go bed first. Tomorrow, I will tell you the Dangerous adventures of Zach" "Really? I'll be waiting then. Good night mom"

"Just thirty two?" She cheered. "She's just making thirty two next month." "It's unbelievable." They all sat sinked in on the serious as they ate there two boxes of pizza. Vivana was the first one to fall asleep then Mickey leaving Jessica still watching. When the episode ended, she turned to gaze at the two sleeping. Scooped away from them both carrying Mickey in both her hands with no effort taking him to his bedroom and kissing him goodnight. She headed back down stairs yet again doing the same thing. She carried Vivana up to the bedroom that was supposed to be hers. Got her into the covers as she was sound asleep.

The rain beats against the bedroom window in a steady beat. I sat on the edge of the bed, a storybook open in my hand, while Max snuggled under a blanket with a picture of his favorite Superman and his stuffed superman too . His brown hair was messy, and his cheeks flushed warm after a full day of play. But... this boy, as always, never ran out of energy. “Come on, Max,” I flipped through the book's pages. “It's getting late. You should go to bed. Mommy have to work tomorrow.”

"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…"

I hold her against me, breathe in her scent of child, of sleep, of life. "Mommy, we took a super nap with Marcus! He told us a story before falling asleep! It was so good!" "Really?" I ask, looking at Marcus. "The story of the little bear looking for his mommy," he says. "They loved it." "And then we fell asleep," adds Léon, waking up in turn. "Marcus fell asleep too. He snores a little." "I don't snore," protests Marcus. "Yes, a little," confirms Lola. "But it's cute."

Then his voice came, low and dominating, even through the call. “You're a terrible liar, Minnie Mouse,” His voice reverberates through the device. Oh God. Why is it so damn hard for him to believe me? I quickly shake my head, as if he is standing right in front of me, “No sir. You–I honestly just told you–” “Meet at my apartment by seven p.m, Mouse. Don't be late.” He cut me off with the order. I lower my hand from my ears, my brows twitching with confusion. Now what the hell just happened?