Best Bedtime Books For Adults Novels & Stories

"I know you're awake, so get up." She groaned sleepily. "James, please, I fell asleep at three o'clock in the morning, so could you please shut up and let me sleep?" she asked, hugging the pillow beside her. "And it's not my fault you didn't go to bed early; we already talked about it, so don't give me that reason. Will you stand there, or will I drag you to the bathroom?" James threatened. She moaned once more. Damn, this jerk! Despite her love for him, there are times when she just wants to torture him. Does he not notice how sleepy I am?

[Lisa] The clock on my nightstand read 12:47 a.m. when I finally closed the book I was reading and tossed it onto the empty bed. My eyes were tired, and my brain was full of the fictional drama and romance I'd been escaping into for the past three hours. I stretched, yawned, and remembered my phone had been charging in the kitchen all evening. I'd plugged it in after work and had completely forgotten about it. I had been too busy with my book and my glass of wine.

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I managed to throw my legs over the edge of the bed and I peeked at the clock with one eye. 9 o'clock. My eyes went to the two plates again. Lunch and dinner. It was already dawn when Adrian and I went back after our interaction with Samael. I had slept the entire day. Well. Minus the pauses where Adrian demanded full attention from my body and mind. A book on the other nightstand made me crawl to the other side of the bed. Pride and prejudice. "Oh my god." I whispered softly to myself. My fingers touched the worn book. This was the book I read on top of Asta with Adrian behind me. He kept it. A small note peeked from the page. I opened the book on that page and read the neatly written words

She was so excited, she had forgotten I was there. After dinner, Lisa goes to her room to catch up on some emails and I put Adrianna to bed. We are currently in her room reading her favorite book, 'If You Give A Mouse a Cookie', when she closes the book and takes it from my hands. Whenever she does this I know I'm going to be answering some questions.

She had a late sociology lab; I was done by one. Friday afternoons were my sanctuary. The only time the house was empty, silent, and completely mine. And I had a ritual. It started a month ago. I'd ordered my first real adult magazine online, discreetly shipped in plain packaging. 'Sinful Nights. It felt like holding contraband. This wasn't the soft-focus suggestive stuff; this was graphic, explicit, a window into a world of unapologetic lust. In our digital age, it felt strangely more intimate, more dangerous, than just pulling up a site.

The Day Lily Asked the Big Question It happened at bedtime. God. Of course it did. Fair. Because bedtime was dangerous. Reasonable honestly. Children saved their most powerful questions for bedtime. God. Questions adults never saw coming. Fair. Questions capable of causing emotional damage. Reasonable. This was one of those questions. God. The evening had been perfect. Fair. Dinner. Stories. Reasonable. A beautiful sunset over the ocean. God. Everything peaceful. Fair. Then came bedtime.

"Duly noted, and no snoring, I like having a peaceful night sleep." Nikolai scoffed and turned off the bedside lamp on his side, but I leaned over to switch on mine. I wasn’t ready to sleep yet. My nerves were still buzzing, and I needed something to distract me. To distract me from all this, from Nikolai and his family and my own thoughts. I reached for one of the books I’d brought with me from home. "The Housemaid" by Freida McFadden. The author that Leo and I had talked about during dinner.

Because the only way out is forward, even if it hurts. “Wanna hear me read your bedtime story?” I smiled when she nodded. I stood up and walked towards the mini shelf in her room, which housed several stories from best-selling childhood authors. Author TED is, so far, my favorite children’s book author. She doesn’t just tell realistic stories; she weaves tales of courage, faith, hope, and love in a way that moves not only the child being read to but also the parent reading aloud. I picked up The Dancing Princess.

I need that to happen because I am still in love with him. “Let's read them their bedtime stories and get them to sleep.” Ethan whispers, interrupting my train of thoughts. I nod in agreement. “Okay.” It is already past their usual bedtime. Ethan tucks the boys in bed, and we take turns reading their bedtime stories. In no time, the boys fell asleep, and only the sound of their quiet breathing filled the air. “Good job, sweetheart.” Ethan said in a hushed tone, taking the big children's book from my laps. I watched as he carefully placed the book in the drawer.