Bedtime Stories To Read To Your Girlfriend Novels & Stories

he said. I could feel it. I could feel his gratitude, and something else. The way he said it, the way he looked at me when he said it. The tone he used. Everything about it made me begin to feel heated up. "I'm happy to hear that. You have no idea how glad I am to hear you say that," I said. "I hope we get to do this more, stay with her and read more bedtime stories to her," he said. I never imagined that I was going to be spending half the night with someone like Japheth, reading bedtime stories to his daughter.

“I’m scared. I can’t stay alone in the dark.” “This is against the school rules, Fiona. I can’t be seen here,” he replied firmly. “Fine,” I sighed. “Then can you at least read me a bedtime story so I can fall asleep—and then you can leave? Please?” He exhaled deeply, the corner of his lips lifting slightly. “Fine, just for a few minutes.” I smiled, pointing at the book on my nightstand. It was a steamy romance I’d just bought—and I deliberately chose it. Maybe, just maybe, I could make him feel what I’d been feeling all along.

"Emma, your surprise is going to make tomorrow the most perfect wedding anyone could ever have." Finally feeling sleepy, I let Mommy tuck me into bed with extra dolphin stuffed animals and the promise that tomorrow will be magical in every possible way. "Mommy, will you tell me one more story about Romano family love before I fall asleep?" "What kind of story?" "Tell me the story about how you and Daddy learned that choosing each other every day is more important than just feeling love feelings."

She sat up quickly, looking around the room like someone was chasing us. I quickly grabbed her shoulders. “Calm down. Calm down.” I patted her arm as she tried to steady her breathing. “It’s nothing.” She yawned loudly, clearly annoyed, and tried to lie back down. “Don’t sleep.” “Vanezza!” I quickly opened my bag and pulled out the bundles of cash. “This is money! This is money!!” I spread the bundles across the bed. She rubbed her eyes slowly, still half asleep, trying to focus.

"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."

Immediately she walked into the room, he gulped and gently face-palmed, her beauty was something else. Taking a deep breath, he stepped down from the bed where he was relaxing and went to the shelf. He ran his fingers through it and found a storybook that looked interesting then he picked it up and went back to the bed. "Cindy, are you scared of the bed?" He asked, seeing how she peached at the edge of the bed. "You like story books, right?... Come, let me read this story for you." He said and Cindy climbed the bed and with her knees, she moved closer to him.

“Not going anywhere.” She looked up at him with big, serious eyes. “Promise?” “I promise.” She studied him for a second longer. Then gave a sharp nod and curled deeper into his chest like she’d just decided that was enough reassurance to keep the universe in check. “You used to read to me,” she mumbled, already starting to melt into sleep. “Funny stories. You’d do the voices. Funny ones.” “I did?” he asked, a soft smile tugging at his mouth. “Mmhmm. And you let me brush your hair even when it was tangly. And you made cookies once and forgot sugar but told me ‘healthy revenge snacks.’”

she asked, the light in her eyes dim. “No, I am not. I will come along with you,” I answered. I was thinking meeting her again was going to be hard rebuilding trust, explaining and lying why I have to leave. But I am glad she understands without not wanting an explanation, I would explain to her later, maybe when she is a little older. “And we will get to spend more time together,” I added, her face lit up, she sat up and climbed out of the bed. “I know it's too early to go to bed, but can we read the bedtime stories together? Daddy had little time to read them to me,” she said softly, pulling out the bedtime story books.

the little girl responds. "You've heard that story almost every night, Sweetheart." Kimmy stays quiet. The little girl playfully rolls her eyes as if contemplating what other story she'd like to hear tonight. "Okay. In that case, I choose Rapunzel and Aurora," she says. Even though she has her own room, Kaivan still spends time with Kimmy every night. He reads stories to her or simply chats until the Snow Princess falls asleep. Like tonight, after reading two stories, the beautiful daughter finally dozes off. After finishing his duties, Kaivan dimly adjusts the lamp and kisses Kimmy's forehead before returning to the main bedroom. He approaches Anne, who is still busy removing her makeup.

“It’s a gift.” She reached for the book, her fingers tracing the cover. It was a book of fairy tales. “Do you like it?” “I- I love it. You didn’t have to do that” “I didn’t have to, I wanted to. I’m happy if your happy, wife.” He smiled then flopped onto her lap. “Alex!” "You can read, and I’ll take a nap. Let’s enjoy our afternoon.” She opened the book and started reading the first fairy tale out loud, “Once upon a time-”