Freaky Bedtime Stories Novels & Stories

The boy is having a nightmare. I want to help. I want to wake him up. I want to flip him over so his nose is not in the pillow. But I couldn't do anything. I have been watching him for forty-one nights. His mother tucks him in at eight-thirty. She reads one story—always the one about the rabbit who gets lost and finds his way home. She kisses his forehead. She turns on the star-shaped nightlight. She closes the door, but leaves it open just a crack so the hallway light spills in like a promise.

As the night went on, the guys told scary stories, which were really scary, like the horror films Mya makes me watch. Kian's gaze is on me the whole time, quiet. He knows I hate scary stories. And when it's time to sleep, Max, Davon, and Doty shift into their form to sleep. I find a place to sleep; however, the ground is uncomfortable. Kian is on high alert, watching my moves. He's leaning back against a tree, lazily. He looks so fucking good. So elegant in a simple posture. "Come to me," he says in a low voice, opening his arms to me. My lips thin stubbornly. I'm so cold despite wearing a cardigan and jeans. "Don't be stubborn. I'll keep you warm,"

Brandon dismissed the nannies and told them he was going to put them to sleep. “Daddy, Please tell us a bedtime story,” Audrey said and Brandon nodded in response. He told them his favorite bedtime story, the magic prince and the werewolf girl. It was his favorite bedtime story when he was still a child, his mom always told him the story every night before he slept. Oh, he misses his mom so much. He wondered if she was still alive. He quickly shook off the thoughts, he had the feelings deep down that his mom was still alive and he was going to do anything in his power to find her.

Just as he approached a room’s doorway, he heard Tina and Kara’s conversation drifting from inside the room. “Tonight’s bedtime story is called ‘Tadpoles Searching for Their Mommy.’ The warm spring is here… A bunch of little tadpoles want to look for their mommy… After overcoming all the obstacles, the little tadpoles finally found their froggy mommy. Together, they lived happily ever after…” Tina’s tone was gentle as she read the bedtime story out loud from the storybook to her daughter. Kara lay in her arms, her heavy eyelids already glued together. She struggled to say, “The little tadpoles are very pitiful… I won’t be separated from you, Mommy… Even if we do get separated, I’ll find you

He said he was going to kill me after fucking me. My mind grew lighter, my thoughts became hazier, and I almost didn’t notice the way his body shifted. Moving away from mine.He removed his hand and backed away.It took me a few seconds to realize that he wasn’t standing on top of me anymore. And then I felt his touch on the insides of my legs.“Tell me, puppy, why do you sleep naked?” His voice was gentle, and so was his touch.“Because it makes your sleep better.”A spank landed on my thigh.“And is good for your skin,” I continued.Spank hit the other one as well.“Now, puppy, tell me again.” He took a break. “But this time without lying.”I grinned. If he wasn’t a fucking killer, we would’ve gott

But there was no guilt, no shame. We had moved past it… at least he had. For me, it became all I could think about. Every night, as soon as the lights went off, I thought about sneaking into his room again, and instead of walking away, I fantasized about getting filled with his big cock. I thought about what it would feel like to have him buried deep inside me with his fingers curling around my hair.

“Sleep tight, and no peeking under the covers for any monsters, okay?” They all giggled. I gave each of them another peck on the cheek before straightening up, ready to leave them to drift off into their dreams. But just as I turned to walk away, a small voice stopped me. “Mom, can you tell us a bedtime story?” Mika asked, pouting her little lips. Tyler nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah, a good one! A really good one, like the dragon story!” And Skyler well, he just stared at me.

she asked. “Because the freaks come out at night. When I was 14, I begged my dad to let me be alone at night, right? And he did, because I told him the same thing, I was old enough. So, one night my dad was working late and I had no babysitter and I was okay; or that was until had to lock up and get ready for bed.” Her eyes had stayed trained on him while he started the story. “What happened?”

he commented as he took a step forward. Shoving every single thought that was crossing my mind to the farthest place, and swallowing any comment that I could have made about his appearance, I cleared my thoughts. "That's because that's exactly what is going to happen. I'm going to read you a bedtime story,” I said confidently. However, I realized how absurd that sounded as soon as I said it. Can you believe it? The Night Reaper, in his pajamas, having a bedtime story being read to him. The universe would have had to gamble some of the ozone layer just for those words to even be placed in that order.

I said assuringly. “No. I don't wanna stay alone." She begged, dragging my wrist. Realizing that there was no other way I could leave the room, I came up with an idea. ‘I’m going to tell her a story until she falls asleep!’ "Okay, Marissa, you know what? I have enough stories to tell you, tonight! Do you wanna hear it?” “Yes!" She answered enthusiastically. "Then, climb into bed ASAP!” I said eagerly as both of us crawled into bed, throwing the covers over us.