Bill Cipher Lullaby Novels & Stories

He says wickedly, and it suddenly makes sense. Son of a bitch! With a loud sigh, I look away from the woman to focus on the beautiful toddlers waving at her, one of them, the youngest, is being carried by Maisie who is finally smiling, but not at me! “Miss Natalia!” the eldest one squeaks and runs to me, a happy look on his face, he must be around five, blond hair and blue eyes, and a one billion dollars smile. “looks like Dominic had missed his favorite nurse!” Maisie says with a smile, saving me from the awkwardness of not recognizing the little boy, ruffling his hair a little bit, I say in a childish voice.

A woman’s voice could be heard humming a lullaby that I recognized instantly—it sounded like Mockingbird. Aunt Delilah. Bella, you must leave right away! “Sweetheart, don’t turn around.” My mother pushed me aside. “Keep in mind that the man with the butterfly tattoo is the

Law. I checked my watch again, eight on the dot. Billie hadn’t left her room since we got back from the funeral home. I pulled up the live feed on my phone: her curled on the bed in Leon's oversized hoodie, knees drawn up, scrolling endlessly. On Super model photos, Influencer reels. Searches for “blonde hair blue eyes.” She could chase whatever ghost she wanted tonight; the news she was about to receive would burn most of that noise away anyway.

Then there was a sudden noise, causing us to halt at once. We stared at each other for a while before we turned to look at the direction the noise had come from. “Stay close,” Max whispered, and then he grabbed me and pulled me closer to himself. The sound returned, like rustling from the right. “Who is there?!” Max bellowed, but then there was silence. Then the sound came for the third time. “I never thought that the almighty CEO would be walking through these paths. All alone with only his Luna and his Manager.”

"Of course, old chap. Belly breathing. Imagine the safest place you ever can imagine, maybe in the room, maybe in Papa's arms, maybe playing in sunshine outside. Imagine all the nice people. Imagine the Moon inscribing your name in silver script across the sky. All that good imagining will drive out any naughty dream." He buried himself further into his pillow, pillow wolf snugly wrapped around his chin. "Will you sing the lullaby? The one you used to sing when I was a baby?" My heart hurt with love so powerful it pounded. "Of course, baby." I began to hum this song that I had hummed to him so many times in the past, first as a cranky infant, then as a toddler tantrum, now as these larger fe

“Can you sing me a lullaby, Mommy?” The innocent request warms my heart, and I nod, perching on the edge of the bed. Slowly, gently, I hum the soothing tune of a familiar lullaby. Miles, comforted by the sound of my voice, begins to drift off almost right away. I watch him, still humming and gently stroking his dark hair, until his breathing evens out.

she threatened. The boys grudgingly sat down, still glaring at each other. But their mother wasn't finished yet. She started to sing a soothing lullaby, a song she had learned from her grandmother. As she sang, the boys began to feel drowsy, and soon they were fast asleep. It was that song that he had earlier recomposed for Princess Diana , but the original version she used was also very similar… Hush now, my precious little darlings, let your fears subside

“As long as it takes for you to recover.” Her curious eyes trailed my movement. “Mom, I’m a big girl. I can manage.” I laughed as her little hands grabbed her teddy. “Mr. Teddy is here with me. You don’t have to leave work.” My little Lisa, always trying to be braver than mummy. I smiled. She even named the teddy "Mr." I rubbed the teddy’s nose, a bit jealous. “Now, I have competition.” “Can Mr. Teddy make you tasty meals like mummy?” I didn’t want my Lisa getting attached to a teddy.

Chase grumbled, then clapped his hand. Tommy, her vibrant and exuberant child, had been eagerly waiting in the corner with his nanny. Bursting with excitement, he had managed to keep his secret under wraps, his eyes dancing with anticipation. Waiting for the signal from Chase. Tommy tiptoed into the living room, clutching a hand-drawn card and a small cake adorned with flickering candles. With a heart full of joy, he mustered all his energy and let out a joyous "Happy Birthday, Mommy!" in a voice that echoed through the entire house. Everyone turned around, surprised by the little boy who kept on bouncing.

Every breath is colder. He stumbled, catching himself against a fallen tree. His hand left a smear of blood on the bark. The scent made the creatures hiss. “Come on,” he whispered to himself. “Stay awake.” A sound—soft, melodic—cut through the whispers. A song. Lila’s voice. He froze, heart hammering, the blade in his hand trembling. It came from somewhere ahead, weaving through the fog like a thread of silver. It was the same lullaby she used to hum when they camped after long hunts. But the words were wrong now, twisted. The melody dripped with sorrow.