Bedtime Story For Novels & Stories

He’s been catching up on so much work recently and I can understand why, having to run a big company like his is a lot to handle. Preparing Ariana for bed, I made her brush her teeth and change into a comfy outfit before I tugged her into the bed. I was about to wish her goodnight when she said, "Mommy, can you tell me a bedtime story?" "Maybe next time, baby, I don’t have any storybook with me right now," I said. "Ohh, ok," she sighed. I didn’t want her to be sad, so I said, "But I could think of a story to tell you."

“Shouldn’t you be sleeping? It is a little too late for you to be awake at this hour, and with you having school in the morning, I would have assumed that you would be asleep.” She grinned, half hiding her face in the blanket. “I was waiting for Mama to come. It is time for a bedtime story. But she still didn't come to read me the book.” “Do you like stories?” “Very much, yes.” She said, making my eyes soften. “Do you like stories, Alpha?”

I asked after she finished the milk, and I took the glass from her. She raised her eyebrows staring at me like I said something she has never heard before. Does she even know what bedtime story means? Has anyone ever told her that? "Uhm... Do you know what a bedtime story mean? Okay, how about we go meet your daddy so that you can kiss him goodnight?" I smiled at her, and her lips curved into an approving smile. She looked so happy the moment I mentioned her going to kiss her Dad goodbye. I pity the little girl, there are things she still needs to get used to. Now, I have to make sure she gets better as soon as possible.

The Bedtime Story The twins were tucked into their beds, smelling of lavender soap and fresh cotton. The room was dim, lit only by the glow of the nightlight shaped like a crescent moon. "Story time!" Lyra demanded, clutching her stuffed wolf. "The one about the King!" she requested. Alex sat in the rocking chair between their beds, stretching his long legs out. Zara leaned against the doorframe, listening. "Again?" Alex asked. "You know how it ends." he told them.

Then came bedtime. Reasonable. Peanut already asleep in the nursery. God. Tiny and peaceful. Fair. Meanwhile Lily lay beneath her blankets. Reasonable honestly. Mr. Buttons tucked safely beneath one arm. God. Adrian sat beside her bed. Fair. The usual routine. Reasonable. A story. A goodnight kiss. God. Then sleep. Fair. Or at least that was the plan. Reasonable. Then Lily spoke. God. "Dada?" Fair. There it was. Reasonable honestly.

My pussy was still aching, waiting to be filled, but Roderick took so long to return. When he finally walked back into the house, I went to him again, placing my hands on his shoulders with a smirk on my face but he gently pulled away from me and sighed. My face fell, my heart thumping against my chest. “What's wrong?” “Lora, I don't want to do this. I promised your father on his deathbed that I would take care of you, this is wrong.” My eyes widened. “This counts as taking care of me.” He chuckled. “I'm exhausted, Lora. See you in the morning.” He kissed my forehead like he did every night and made his way up the staircase.

"Adonis, do you want me to take you back to bed?" "No." "Why not?" I said. "You know you need sleep if you want to grow up big and strong." "I don't want another nightmare," he pouted. "Alright. How about this? What if Mommy comes with you and helps you fall asleep? I could even read you a story." Adonis's whole face lit up at the mention of a story, and I couldn't help but smile. "I'd like that," he said. "Give me a moment to clear..."

A subdued silence enveloped the fireplace after Shango’s story, interrupted only by the occasional chirping of the night crickets. “That does not count as a bedtime story,’’ Babybaby finally found her voice. “It is child,’’ the thunder god answered. “No it’s not’’ Babybaby insisted quite stubbornly. “bedtime stories are supposed to be a nice tales with happy ending, all bedtime fairytales are, like the ones Amaka used to read to me, this one is a stupid story.’’

His fingers tapped on the tabletop without any rhythm as he said flatly, “Babies sleep with their parents. I don’t mind giving you a chance to sleep with me.” Harold was speechless. No one would want to sleep with a devil, like Daddy. He would be so frightened that he would not be able to fall asleep. George was speechless. He would rather sleep alone. “How about I sleep with all of you tonight?” Mrs. Winters smiled and said. “I have learned a few bedtime stories. I will tell you stories tonight.” “Yeah! Awesome!” Melody was the most supportive one as she clapped cheerfully. Harold, who was afraid that his daddy would force him to sleep with him, clapped as well. He said, “I can’t wait to he

I sat with my back on the headboard while Aiden and Abby lay on either side of me, with their heads leaning against me as I told them as much as I could remember from one of the bedtime stories Celine and I were usually forced to sit through back at the foster home. We always found it boring and would be among the first kids to do off before she even read two lines from the story, the other kids would fall closely behind, it was that dreadful. But tonight, the kids found my old, half-complete, gap-filled story fascinating enough to listen to as I tried to lull them to sleep.