Best Book To Read Before Bed Novels & Stories

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

It was hot but it was delicious. “Found what you’ve been looking for?” He stood against the counter watching her. He seemed amused by her choice. She glanced at the book. Criminal Law in Ancient Rome, she read on the cover. “Umm yeah, I’d read just about anything to help me sleep,” she said, tittering to herself. “Well thanks again and sorry for bothering you Mason. I’ll head on up to bed with this.” She took the mug and book turned to go. “You do that. Sleep well.”

I said a little prayer before changing and going back to bed. ************* Note: Don't forget to like, comment and share the book! This really helps it grow on the platform

Can't breathe lying down. "This is miserable," I groan at three in the morning. Still awake. Caius is awake too. Reading. "Want me to get you more pillows?" "I have seventeen pillows. More won't help." "Want me to read to you? Might help you relax." "Fine. But nothing boring. I'll fall asleep angry." He reads one of his favorite books. Something about ancient magic theory. His voice is soothing even when the content is dry. I fall asleep somewhere around chapter three.

This way I don’t have to carry books everywhere, but I always have something readily available. The books I keep by my bed are ones that I want to read, but can sometimes be a bit slow in parts, so they help me fall asleep. I’m currently reading “Les Misérables” by Victor Hugo. It’s an amazing book, but some of the details can be a bit much. I’ve always preferred fiction, but some parts of Les Mis read more like a history textbook, perfect for those nights I need help falling asleep.

I haven’t had to look at the gun for over a year now, but at times like these, it is needed. I needed to sleep, but I knew that it wouldn’t come that easily. The best thing for me to do was grab a book and read; that always calmed me, and hopefully, it will help me fall asleep without worrying. I chose one of my favourite books, Persuasion by Jane Austin. I have read it a hundred times, but that doesn’t make me love it any less. I pushed all the bad thoughts aside, getting lost in it, and soon I feel myself drifting off, wishing this is nothing but a bad dream.

She took a big breath and stared at the ceiling. Shaking her head. She climbed out while turning off the shower. Wrapping the towel around her. Making her way, out of the bathroom. Putting on more comfortable and loose clothes she sat on the bed. Taking out one of her favorite books, ‘The Cabinet of Curiosities (Prendergast, #3) Lincoln Child, Douglas Preston. She was currently on page fifty. It was just past eight. Tiredness stared to overtake her. Leaning back into her pillows she started to doze off. Her eyes started to close, and she fell asleep with her book in her hand.

My hands were cold like ice. A long time went by. The light from the window changed. My eyes felt heavy. To not sleep, I looked at the books on his shelf. One book made me look. It was about plants that makes you well. It made me think of my mother. She knew all about those things. I took the book and sat back down. I started to read. The words were not easy, but I tried. My eyes got more heavy and more heavy. The fear and being tired from last night took me. My head went down. The book fell on my legs as I slept.

Luke joined us, kneeling and wrapping us both in his arms. “No monsters here, buddy,” Luke said, kissing his curls. “Only superheroes.” “I don’t want to sleep alone,” Eli mumbled. I exchanged a soft look with Luke, who only smiled and nodded. Then you won’t,” I said gently. We headed back to the bathroom, where I filled the tub a little more and slipped in with Eli resting against my chest, his breathing slowing as the warmth soothed him. Afterward, we all curled up in bed, Luke reading Eli’s favorite bedtime story; The Boy and the Silver Lion, a book Zephan had gifted him. Luke read out loud with that deep, calming voice our son loved so much. Eli nestled between us, eyelids drooping.

Tonight, my sweet little daughter was wide awake, so we kept each other company in soft lighting and relative quiet while Fiona got her much-needed rest. I ran my fingers along the spines of the books on the top shelf of Fiona’s bedroom library. It dawned on me, as I paced around the quiet room with Lexi, that I perhaps I could use my sleeplessness for something productive and join my wife in her project of reading some of these parenting books…