Best Bedtime Stories For Girlfriend Novels & Stories

I looked down at the girl who looked sleepy in my arms. “Sure, princess.” I picked her and led her to my room with her favourite story book. I laid her down on my bed and covered her properly with the blanket. Laying beside her, I opened the book to read her all time favourite story, “The Beauty and The Beast”. “I want to listen the Sleeping Beauty.” She said but her heavy eyes were indicating that she might pass out sooner. “Leah, can I ask you a question about your friend Ace?” I asked her in a hope she could give me a lead.

She gave an awkward smile. Oh, how I long for just one more glimpse of that grin. "Do you remember what I was like when we were kids?" "Well, annoying," I said, and she raised her brows. "At first, though, I noticed that I couldn’t live without you, and I couldn’t even go to bed without seeing your silly face. Basically, every night I would go around acting creepy. I used to come into your room solely for the purpose of watching you sleep and telling you stories while you were unconscious. You once pretended to be sleeping while I read the most irritating bedtime story I have ever read, and I caught a glimpse of a smile on your face while I was reading it to you. When I stopped, you asked me

You have to pass my bed to get to his. That evening, it was a Friday night. Since I had no money, I didn't go out. I preferred to stay in my room and study a bit. It was 11 PM when he came back with his girlfriend, a very beautiful girl with skin as dark as ebony. My curtains were drawn, and I wasn't making any noise. They assumed I was asleep. They turned on the TV and chatted for thirty minutes before they started kissing. I could hear the sounds their mouths made when they kissed. I could no longer concentrate on my studies. At one point, the sounds were so intense that concentrating was impossible. I gave up on my notebooks and lay down on my bed, trying not to get aroused by everything

"She's like her dad. Opinionated about spatial planning." He kissed her, his lips tasting of dust and coffee. Grabbing her neck slightly, he deepen the kiss for awhile before finally pulling away. "What do you think about a built-in bookshelf here?" He gestured to the wall next to where the crib would go. "For stories. We can start with The Very Hungry Caterpillar and work our way up." The we did it. That casual assumption of a shared future of bedtime stories, of a childhood built together. It warmed her more than the July sun streaming through the bare window.

I say slipping my hands under her top to cup her perky breasts. “Mmm what do you want to talk about then.” She hums into my ear as she tips her head back on my shoulder. “How sexy you are and all the things I want to do to you tonight.” I say through kisses down her neck to her collar bone. “I do love a good bed time story, go on.” She closes her eyes and pushes her body into me rubbing her perfect ass against my growing dick. “Firstly I’m going to kiss every inch of your soft skin.”

" Our readers must be fúcking tired about it right now! " Once again, she settled on his collar. Turning him directly to behold her, and tentatively feeling the breeze on her skin. She even cried. " I want more. Can't you give me more? " " Instead of your hands on my ßreasts, why don't you read me bedtime stories? " " Make me sit on your laps and read a book to me. " " Treat me as your wife. " Wheezing tiredlessly, Cinderella clung onto his masculine frame tightly. She raised her head high, making sure he could clearly see the tears underneath her lashes.

“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.

she suddenly said, taking me by surprise. "You do" She nodded and I almost laughed at how serious she looked right now. One moment she was crying like she would break down, and the next, she was acting so tough. I chuckled and touched her nose "you will" She yawned lazily "You should sleep now," I said holding her closer "How about you read me a bedtime story" "Don't you think you are too old for that" "No one is ever too old for a bedtime story," she said, " how about you read this book to me?" She took a book from the bedside table, and I noticed it was the book that Cyrus had given when she had started working at the company.

he murmured, writing it like it was a mission objective. She watched him. Focused. Serious. Intent. Like a determined father trying to memorize a world he had missed. “And he likes stories before sleeping,” she added softly. Reid paused at that. “What kind?” “Adventures. Brave heroes. Silly monsters. Anything where someone protects someone else.” He nodded slowly and wrote: Bedtime stories – protective theme. The room felt different now. Not heavy. Not tense. But quiet. “You already had lists for me too?” she asked after a moment.

she pleaded gently, her fingers brushing a wayward strand of hair from his forehead. A small pout formed on Nathan's face, his determination unyielding. "Alright then, tell me a story, Mommy," he requested, his voice carrying a touch of longing, "It's been so long since I heard a bedtime story. Papa tried telling me before, but his stories were so confusing that the moment he began, I used to fall asleep." Delilah's heart swelled with both amusement and tenderness at his words. She pulled Nathan closer, guiding him to lie down on the bed with his head resting comfortably on her lap. The bond between mother and son radiated through this simple gesture, a reflection of the love they shared.