Best Bedtime Reading For Adults Novels & Stories

**** It was pitch black outside, and from all my nights awake binge reading, it should be around 2am, and yet there isn't even an ounce of sleep in my eyes. This isn't much of a surprise though, I barely sleep at night. Started with staying awake to binge read romance novels or binge watch a new rom com but now it is just normal to me which I would now use to my advantage. I have to get out of here before anyone wakes up and even realizes I am missing. With that one thought in mind, I pushed myself up from the bed. I glanced around the room debating my next move and then my eyes landed on the window beside the table.... Of course, why didn't I think of that first?

I finally found a movie to watch. After a while, I check the clock, and it’s eleven-thirty. I know I need to go to bed as I do have work again tomorrow, and I do not want to be like the walking dead living off coffee again. I grab my book, brush my teeth and head to bed. I switch my lamp on, the bedroom having a nice relaxing glow, and I get the book open and start to read. I do begin to yawn instantly, knowing that I will probably fall asleep soon.

I run a hand through my hair and exhale, time to switch roles, no CEO, just Dad mode Getting Daren ready for bed becomes the one stable, predictable part of my Sundays bath, brush, change, he chatters at first half-formed sentences about games, friends, something about cake and a balloon that popped too loudly but halfway through brushing his teeth, his energy dips sharply. By the time he’s in bed, he’s already fighting sleep. “Story?” he mumbles, his voice thick with exhaustion. “Of course,” I reply, grabbing the book from the nightstand. The Bad Wolf. I barely get through the first paged his eyes are already closing, blinking slower and slower until they don’t open again, I stop reading, I

I praised and adored my body while I scrolled through the pictures of me on my phone. "What else can I do?" I questioned myself. It was past midnight already but I couldn't allow myself to just sleep and let this chance slip like some slimy shit on a layer of butter. I went to his library and I found totally amazing books; romance novels, books on business, motivational books, etc. I went for the romance novels and fortunately for me, I was able to complete two of them; a fast reader, uhn. As I started with the third one, I was already feeling too sleepy. I was tempted to lay on my bed, keeping the book to my face. The more I tried to read, the more sleepy I was.

That’s all that matters to me. After chatting with our little man for a while longer. We give him fun-filled bubble bath, put him in his pajamas, and tuck him into bed. We sit with him for at least another hour reading his favorite bedtime stories until he falls into a deep, restful sleep. Even then, we don’t move. We’re too enraptured in the simple pleasure of watching our dear child sleep.

Adrienne clucked her tongue. “That’s a bad habit for a toddler. He’s only three. He needs to sleep before nine in the evening, Alaric. I hope you don’t make a habit of that.” “We played after dinner and he enjoyed it. I read to him last night and he likes the book so he kept asking for more.” “You mean he asked you to finish the book?” she asked as she took an apple and peeled the skin off with a knife. “We didn’t finish it. He was already asleep before we can read the last chapter of the book.”

It seemed to really fit not only the situation tonight but also the bond that Nate and I had so that was the one that I selected. I turned all of the lights off in the room, leaving only the lamp that was on my side of the bed. Nate snuggled in on the far side, nearest to the window as I slid in beside him, propped up to read the book to him and still able to show him the pictures along the way. I made sure my voice stayed soft and smooth as I read along. As it was already past his bedtime and he had experienced a particularly long and tiring day, he little eyes started to droop about halfway through the story. I read slower and slower until I was sure his soft snores were deep enough for me

Bedtime. Usually, this was Aurora's domain. It was her sacred hour, the time when the CEO vanished and the "Maman" took over. She would read Goodnight Moon or The Little Prince, her voice a soft, rhythmic lullaby that chased away the dragons. But tonight, Liam stood in the doorway. He was wearing a simple gray t-shirt and sweatpants, his feet bare on the plush carpet. He held a book in his hand. Not a picture book. A chapter book.

I liked to wear it to bed when I missed him, it was something of a comfort to me and I often ended up putting it on unconsciously whenever things were going bad. I tugged my hairbrush through my tangled hair and slid into bed with a book. Reading was something I always found pleasure in - there was nothing more wonderful than getting lost in a good book. Tonight I could barely concentrate on the book, my mind at war with the print on the page. I eventually gave up after I had read the same line three times in a row, resigning myself to closing the book and attempting to sleep. Instead, I found myself staring at the shadows on the walls of my room; sinister shapes waving at me in the darkness

Jackson likes to play there, and we left with an armload of picture books, as well as a few paranormal romances for me. One of the books is on the coffee table next to me, and I intended on reading it. Jackson fell asleep pretty quickly tonight, and once he was down, I took a quick shower, changed into my PJs, and came downstairs to have a cup of tea and read. It’s so domestic it’s weird.