Funny Lullaby Novels & Stories

A song, A real song, being sung by real lips, breathed by real lungs, shaped by a real throat somewhere in the world beyond these cursed peaks. My lullaby. It was the same melody I had etched into stone with bloodied fingers during those first terrible nights after my transformation, when madness pressed against the inside of my skull like a living thing trying to claw its way out. The same lullaby I had sung when Seraphina trembled in her cradle during those early months when colic kept her crying through the dark hours. The same gentle tune I had hummed when Alexander refused to sleep, his infant mind already too active, too curious about the world beyond his nursery walls. The same song

Man to sleep. I do not know why but I feel some certain bond with him which makes me relax as he sings a lullaby to me. I roll carelessly in bed knowing well hell catch me just before I call to the ground, "You will always be my little princess," the voice says, causing my big green eyes to glow with satisfaction. "Nonsense" Tina calls crawling out of the darkness from absolutely nowhere. "And you too love you'll be my favorite as well" dad speaks trying to soothe Tina's anger but it didn't work.

“Neville, someone is touching me! Neville, where are you?” That hand was touching my leg, moving up to my inner thigh. It was pulling upward; it was going to split me in two, tear me apart. I sobbed uncontrollably. A humming sound rose by my ear. I recognized it as my mother’s lullaby. A lullaby passed down through generations—simple, melodic notes. “Neville, you’re still here, right?” “You know you are safe, 'cause I am here, little wolfie. I love you, more than anything. When I sing, you know you are safe.”

I don't want my daughter to see my scared and sad face before leaving this life. I mumbled a lullaby that I thought I would tell my daughter. Now it's time to say good night, Good night, sleep tight. Now the sun turns out his light, Good night, sleep tight. Dream sweet dreams for me, Dream sweet dreams for you. Close your eyes and I'll close mine, Good night, sleep tight. Now the moon begins to shine, Good night, sleep tight. Dream sweet dreams for me, Dream sweet dreams for you. Close your eyes and I'll close mine,

'Twas my own heart, dilly, dilly, that told me so. Jessica chuckled. "You remember the weirdest things. The freckle next to my cooter. Now Mom's lyrics." "Yeah, I guess it popped in my head because we're sitting in this lavender bath stuff." Another memory prompted by a scent. "Funny. You know, I'd be your queen Tunny. Like in the lullaby, I'd be your queen." It was his turn to chuckle. "Push my back up a sec?" she asked as he laughed.

Me: uhh, I don't have any stories Chubi : then sing me a lullaby I sighed Me: I don't know any Chubi : what kind of a sister are you? I chuckled Me: lie down and close your eyes, I'll tell you a story and you'll have to imagine the characters Chubi : okay sis He laid down and I covered him, his bunny was in his arms

After a long time, he said in a husky voice, “You can count on it! I’ll see that she pays for this.” Gwynn didn’t press further. Then, Lorian woke up for a short while. He couldn’t find his voice, so he merely held her hand. Letting him nestle in her embrace, she soothed him and told him there was nothing to be afraid of. She sang him a lullaby. “Hush, little baby don't say a word, “Papa's gonna buy you a mockingbird, “And if that mockingbird don't sing, “Papa's gonna buy you a diamond ring.”

At that time Patricia was always having nightmares about the incident that led to her parent's death. She would always call me when she woke up crying and I had to learn this lullaby which surprisingly helped her. Singing the same lullaby to Rand now made me feel like a child again. I was so carried away with my thoughts while singing and caressing Rand's hand that the next thing I heard was laughter. At first, the laughter was stifled but then it turned into a full-blown one. I looked up only to see Maeve and Rand laughing hysterically.

The irritating bouts of laughter that filled up my days lately. King Reuben_The-irritating-mummy finally morphed up into the very familiar lunatic seal once more, and the room was filled with humorous hoots of laughter. This time, even lord Gilbert along with the handful of servants in the backdrop joined him. What could be more humiliating than this?

Without thinking, I closed my eyes and let a melody slip past my lips. It was an old, quiet lullaby I had hummed to the concrete walls of my cell in Lockwood Correctional. I used to press my hands to my swollen belly in the dark, singing it until the baby stopped kicking and went to sleep. "Hush now, little one, the storm is passing by..." I sang softly, letting the vibration of my chest soothe him. "Rest your head, the dawn is in the sky..." It worked like magic. Within minutes, the frantic wailing dissolved into small, sleepy hiccups. Luca's tiny fists uncurled, his breathing evening out against my collarbone as he drifted back to sleep.