Bedtime Stories Novels & Stories

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.

"I didn't cry oceans." "H-y-p-e-r-b-o-l-e, hyperbole." Ethan fumed, while Sydney smiled at them. "So, Kelly-" Ethan got up. "Mum, I'm going to bed." "We'll all go together, sit." Emily narrated the rest of the story, Sydney laughed when Ethan kept complaining she exaggerated it. After dinner, Sydney took them to their room. She read Emily's favorite bedtime story, Goldy Locks and the Three Bears. Sydney was about to leave the room when Emily whined. "Mommy I'm cold." Her eyes were closed, and a thumb was in her mouth.

Madison After dinner, I supervised bath time while Hazel cleaned up the kitchen. Ethan splashed enthusiastically, creating tidal waves that soaked my sweater. "Mommy, can we read three stories tonight?" "One story," I countered, wrapping him in a towel. "It's a school night." "Two stories?" "One and a half." "What's half a story?" "You'll find out." I got him into pajamas and tucked him into bed, selecting his current favorite book about a dragon who was afraid of his own fire.

However, with something on her mind, Thea tossed and turned that night, unable to fall asleep. Thorne pulled her into his arms and commanded dominantly, "Close your eyes, I will tell you a story." Then he went from Snow White to Pea Princess, from Cinderella to Thumbelina. Thea became more and more uneasy as she listened, “Why are all these stories about princes and Cinderellas who go through hardships and end up happily together?" Thorne said, "Because I liked it." Thea, “..." Finally, she felt a little guilty, “Why don't you go to sleep first? I really can't fall asleep."

Then, reaching over to the nightstand, I picked up one of his favorite bedtime books. It was a colorful children’s storybook with both Filipino and English text, the kind you might find in a fancy bilingual preschool. The illustrations were vibrant and nostalgic—it reminded me of the bedtime stories I used to read back home, the kind with halaman and duwende, and characters who said “po” and “opo” while helping their lola carry vegetables. Who would have thought I would be reading a bedtime story for children? Life is really unpredictable. I hesitated at the English section.

Especially Benjamin, he loved her a little more every day. "Alright, Hannah, it's time for us to rest." Amanda smiled and stood up holding her daughter. This little girl seemed to be getting fatter every day, her arms ached from carrying her. Benjamin followed, standing up, "Wife, I'll take Hannah to sleep and tell her a bedtime story while I'm at it. You rest here." Amanda handed her daughter to him, "Okay, it's easier for you to coax Hannah to sleep." Hannah smiled sweetly, "Mommy, when Daddy tells stories, his expressions become more and more expressive. Daddy tells the story of the Little White Rabbit the most vividly. Daddy's voice is so nice to listen to. I'm purely lulled to sleep by

“Here, Daddy.” I laid down next to them, and when I started to weave a story about the animals on the ceiling, Naomi linked our fingers together, while Becky laid her head on my arm. Just like that, all the stress from the day was gone, and I knew that no matter what, I was never going to miss another bedtime story.

I said and went inside first. I missed another chance to tell him. Perhaps, tomorrow I’d be able to tell him. Lucas settled between us and again I saw how Logan’s face showed disappointment. Was he planning to sleep beside me? “Mommy, can you tell me a story? It helps me to sleep easily.” Lucas turned to cuddle with me. “I am not good with stories but I’ll tell you one tonight about a little girl who was the princess of her parents just like you but one day, she was left alone.” I said.

He sat on the edge of the bed and kissed the top of her head. “My princess... always smelling wonderful.” He ran a hand through her hair. “What story would you like tonight?” Luna’s face lit up. The Little Mouse, the Red Ripe Strawberry, and the Big Hungry Bear. Edgar picked up the book and read it slowly, changing his voice for each character, just as he always did. When he finished, he closed the book, said a prayer with her, kissed her forehead again, and tucked the blanket around her. “Sleep well, my princess.”

"Serena, Mr. Prescott said you misunderstood." She bit her lip and held the book out to me. "This is the book he reads to me every day. If you're not comfortable with it, you can listen in too." I looked at her and didn't take it. Her voice dropped lower. "Mr. Prescott is really tired, you know. Could you stop pressuring him?" I smiled. "Ms. Hayes, do you know what I'm best at?" "I'm best at making people cough up everything they've swallowed, with interest."