Boring Books For Bedtime Podcast Novels & Stories

She giggles at my joke and sets the bag on the end of the bed. "Good morning, Leena. I'm glad to see you in much better spirits. How are you feeling?" I put the book back down on the nightstand and sigh. "Firstly, I'm extremely bored! This is the only book I have to read and I can't even get to the library to find more." "I can do that for you, any preferences? Or do you want me to surprise you?" My eyes light up with joy. "Oh yes please! Most definitely surprise me! Thank you so much!"

It was most likely the bed warmer. Rhys handed Amira the book he’d been reading. It was the book she’d been reading the night before. It had been years since she’d read a good book, and since her scheming had recently come to a halt, she decided to pick this one up. It was a romantic tragedy, something she didn’t think she would find in the library. But one that she was instantly immersed in and fell asleep to.

It was the book Alice usually read before going to bed. He looked up, put the book down, and said, “This a fantastic book. Alice, you have excellent taste.” “No, it is not what you think it is. Every time I read this book, I fall asleep very quickly. In a way, it’s my sleeping pills.” Alice responded. She then folded her arms and turned to face Zayden. She added, “Come on, I think you should go back to Adrian’s bedroom instead of checking what I am reading before I go to bed. Otherwise, you will have to sleep in Max’s bed again.”

I flare and hang up, throwing my phone on my bed with myself. How dare he call? Reminding me what happened? Is he trying to mock my weakness? I stayed till almost midnight and surprisingly nobody called me for dinner. I lay on my bed and go through the pages of the book the therapist gave me. For some silly reasons , I keep on remembering that weirdo stranger. I toss my book aside and close my eyes to sleep. It's morning again and I'm awake . My life's boring. Obviously I'm the one who's bored since there's not much to do here. They've never been much. I need a job.

From time to time, she felt the babies move less, then stir again, then settle. After a few pages, Xavier closed the book. “Are they still restless?” “A little calmer. Maybe they’re deciding if the story was interesting enough,” Liora said. “I’ll have to improve my narration quality.” “You still sound like a CEO even when you’re reading bedtime stories,” Liora teased. Xavier raised a brow. “I am a CEO.” Liora chuckled, then went quiet. Something pressed on her heart. “Xavier?” “Hm?”

Nothing eventful happens over the next few days besides boredom. There are only so many spots on the wall to count and the books they've left me to read are depressing novels that do nothing but put me to sleep. I've requested a meeting with the president about my inactivity and haven't heard back.

Good riddance. After she’d put her food away, she wandered into the living room. She finally found a light switch, and when she flipped it on, she saw that there were books on the side table. She frowned. The books were all boring nonfiction tomes about economics, which sounded like terrible choices to provide your guests. Or the last guy was the most boring person ever and had left them behind.

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've had soothing tea, I've smoked a joint provided by a fellow hippie downstairs… I've tried literally everything, but hello, insomnia, feel free, since you insist! I look at the furniture in the room, whose shadows are like animals moving strangely in the dark. But that doesn't scare me, it makes me bored. To top it off, Loretta is snoring like an angel in the next bed. So jealous! On his headboard, a book whose new title catches my attention. I remember how effective the reading was in returning my dream and I risk trying the same strategy again. Carefully, I take the book from Loretta's bedside table and turn on a dim light on my cell phone so I can read under the blanket. I know it's no