Bedtime Stories Mickey Mouse Novels & Stories

Heading upstairs, she made a detour to Lemon's room. It was already late, and the kids would usually be asleep by now. Mable gently pushed the door open and saw Nicki and Spike sitting on either side of the bed, telling Little Lemon a bedtime story and coaxing her to sleep. "The big bad wolf caught Little Red Riding Hood and wanted to eat her, but Little Red Riding Hood was clever. She told the big bad wolf that her house had many little lambs, and she was willing to take him there. The big bad wolf, greedy and arrogant, believed Little Red Riding Hood and followed her."

The moon hung low in the sky, its pale light spilling through the open window of the modest chamber. The air was thick with the scent of rain. “Another story Daddy” Little Lily pleaded “Munchkin, you should get some sleep, every other child is asleep at this time of the night” “Well you always say I’m not like every other child, don’t you.” She said with a grin on her face. “Fair point kiddo, fair point. One more story and we are done, one very short story” the alpha replied with a fake frown.

Because no matter how much I loved them, I wasn’t coming home tonight. And they knew it. When evening came, they clung to me. "Stay for bedtime stories," Mia begged. "Please, Daddy?" Sara nodded slightly. One story turned into three. Then came extra hugs, extra kisses, extra minutes. "Just a little longer," they kept saying. Until, finally, I had to go. "When will you come back?" Mia’s voice trembled. "Soon, princess. Very soon." "Tomorrow?" Leo asked. "Not tomorrow, buddy. But soon."

Safe Harbor Mickey pov The afternoon sun streamed through the family room windows, casting everything in golden light as I sat in the large armchair with Lily curled safely in my lap. She'd been sleeping peacefully for over an hour, her small frame tucked against my chest while she clutched the new teddy bear Tara had bought for her that morning—a soft brown bear wearing a tiny Silverstone Pack t-shirt that Emma had insisted was "absolutely necessary for proper nightmare protection."

“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.

“Sleep tight, and no peeking under the covers for any monsters, okay?” They all giggled. I gave each of them another peck on the cheek before straightening up, ready to leave them to drift off into their dreams. But just as I turned to walk away, a small voice stopped me. “Mom, can you tell us a bedtime story?” Mika asked, pouting her little lips. Tyler nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah, a good one! A really good one, like the dragon story!” And Skyler well, he just stared at me.