Romans & histoires Funny Adult Bedtime Stories

Audrey burst into tears, and Valerie was moved. “Uhm… Come on, Audrey. Don't you dare cry or be sad? Don't you know that being sad or crying causes wrinkles? Would you want to look old?” “No” Audrey wiped her tears off immediately. “Good girl! I'll help you, okay?” Valerie helped her put on her pajamas after bathing her. “Read me a bedtime story, Miss old-fashioned” Audrey smiled. Valerie yawned tiredly, trying hard to keep herself awake. She was very exhausted. After reading a few storybooks to her, Audrey fell asleep. Turning off the table lamp, Valerie covered her with the duvet. “Good night, Audrey”.

“We’ll stay until you fall asleep.” Liam lies back down, his little hand reaching out to grab mine. I sit on his other side, smoothing the blanket over him. “Daddy, tell me a story,” he mumbles, his voice already heavy with sleep. Jason chuckles softly, leaning down. “Once upon a time, there was a brave little wolf who loved his Mommy and Daddy very much but was scared to sleep alone in his bed...” By the time Jason finishes the short tale, Liam is breathing evenly, lost in dreams. Jason glances at me, his voice barely above a whisper. “He’s out.”

He said, and knowing how stubborn he is, I didn't argue. "Would you like to hear a bedtime story?" He said and I was surprised by that kind of offer. The last time I heard a bedtime story was from my mom when I was just a kid. "Maybe you can read textbooks, they are known as the best sleeping pills," I suggested whatever came to my mind. His deep throaty laugh garnered my attention, making my cheeks warm up in embarrassment. "So daring of you to say that to your teacher," He mused. I looked at my teacher beaming, and I didn't know why I was so bold tonight, but at the moment, being with him, I just wanted to be reckless.

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

“I want to know….” He pecked my lips, smiling warmly. “There was a time when prophecies were told in tales. Are you willing to listen to a boring bedtime story?” I giggled, snuggling closer to his warmth, not needing a duvet to keep the cold away. “I’d like that.”

He added maliciously, imitating me: Tell me a story. To imitate me non-stop huh?! We laughed at the same time, then she slipped under the bed next to him, saying: But it's half past eight, and you have to go to sleep right before you turn nine! What about the story? I'll tell you a funny story tomorrow! okay then .. And as soon as he said it, what were the moments until his breathing regularized, and I knew that he had fallen into a deep sleep.. This is what I did too after I turned off the dim lights..

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.

Lucas joined them on the bed, "Looks like our teddy bear is in for some excitement." They continued weaving imaginative tales, laughter filling the room, until Kai finally drifted off to sleep with dreams of daring teddy bear escapades. Eve softly kissed his forehead and whispered, "Goodnight, my little adventurer." Lucas smiled, "Sweet dreams, buddy." As they tiptoed out of the room, Lucas looked at Eve, "Our bedtime stories are getting more elaborate." Eve chuckled, "Blame it on your son. He's got a vivid imagination." And with that, they left the room, leaving behind the peaceful slumber of their little mommy's boy, surrounded by dreams sparked by their whimsical bedtime tales.

I pulled the quilt up to my chin and sank deeper into my pillow. "Let me tell you a bedtime story." Riley lay beside me and slipped his arm around my shoulder. "How about I tell you the story of the three pigs? After all, I need to practice telling stories to the baby." "Okay." I chuckled, looking up at him expectantly. "Once upon a time, three little pigs lived in a forest..." When Riley was done with the fairy tale, he started singing lullabies in an effort to get me to fall asleep. While his voice wasn't amazing, it was calming.

"I know you're awake, so get up." She groaned sleepily. "James, please, I fell asleep at three o'clock in the morning, so could you please shut up and let me sleep?" she asked, hugging the pillow beside her. "And it's not my fault you didn't go to bed early; we already talked about it, so don't give me that reason. Will you stand there, or will I drag you to the bathroom?" James threatened. She moaned once more. Damn, this jerk! Despite her love for him, there are times when she just wants to torture him. Does he not notice how sleepy I am?