Cuentos Para Dormir A Mi Novia Novels & Stories

He placed the coat on the bed and sat behind me, grabbing my waist with one arm. "Why are you still awake?" He said, taking the book from my hands and going through it. I was reading a fantasy novel that was about fairies going into the real world and finding their lovers. I know it's a childish book, and I knew Alexander would be thinking the same as he read through the pages.

She starts to wake up, so I close my eyes and pretend I am asleep. It works, because the next thing I know, she is snoring again, and she is cuddled up against me. For the rest of the night, I have disturbing dreams of something coming out of the darkness and stealing the pups from their rooms. Waking up at the crack of dawn, I feel like I didn’t sleep at all.

Diane was still out of the room and I wasn’t sure when she would be back. Once Enid was back in bed, I settled on a small stool by her side. I told her a bedtime story – a simple fairy tale about a brave wolf pup who found courage even when in trouble. My voice was barely a whisper, cracked at times, but each word seemed to soothe her. Her eyelids grew heavy, and after a few minutes, she was curled under the covers, eyes closed in peaceful sleep. I pressed a kiss to her forehead and stroked her hair. “Sleep well, baby. Mama loves you so much,” I whispered, turning off the light. The small room was plunged into darkness except for the pale slivers of moonlight drifting through the light curta

he muttered, rubbing his eyes. I hiccupped, glaring at him through tears. “Then, leave me alone.” “No,” he stretched out beside me, folding his arms behind his head like he owned the bed. “I’ll stay until you stop.” And he stayed. Every night after, whenever the crying started, Matteo was there. Sometimes he told me stories he made up on the spot, about kings who hid treasure, or knights who never lost a fight. Other times, he just stayed quiet, his steady breathing enough to calm me.

"How long have we been sleeping?" "The sun is setting, so a couple of hours." I rolled over in bed and snuggled deeper into Jacob's armpit, enjoying our extended afterglow. "I'm living in a fairy tale. You are my prince." "I don't have a white horse." "You have my heart." We pressed our naked bodies closer together under the sheet. He laid his hand on my bare chest. "Thump thump." "Make it beat faster."

He looks so innocent when he sleeps. I place one last kiss on his forehead and then pull the covers over the both of us while I cuddle up next to him. Softly, I whisper, “I promise I’ll think of something so we can spend time together longer. I don’t know how yet, but I’ll do anything I can.”

"Let me read you a bedtime story." Knowing he might feel lonely in a new place, I picked up the storybook he'd brought. "Which story would you like tonight?" "The Magic Academy." Ian scooted over to make room for me. I lay down beside him and began reading. Tired from playing, his eyes started drooping halfway through. I softened my voice, and soon heard steady breathing beside me. I closed the book and started to get up. Ian rolled over and hugged my arm. I froze, afraid of waking him.

“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 pouted. “Aww honey, I will read a story for you but you have to go to bed immediately." She nodded her head happily. Max read her favorite story and she drifted off to sleep.

I run my hand up and down his necked chest and pull him closer so that he can give me my goodnight kiss. The kiss which is supposed to short and simple turns into a long passionate kiss filled with desire and love. I wish I could kiss all his pain away. He pulls back from the kiss and looks me in the eyes. "Sleep," he commands and I nod. God knows how late it is. I hope I can make back home in time tomorrow. Anyway, that shouldn't bother me right now. I rest my head in his chest and cuddle up in his embrace. I shouldn't have asked him to tell me the story tonight because all I dream of when I close my eyes is Werewolves fighting Vampires.