Novel & Cerita Good Night Stories For Adults

Then, I lay beside him once he was fully settled and comfortable. “Mommy, tell me a bedtime story,” “Now?” “Yes. It will help me sleep faster. Also, nobody has told me bedtime stories since you left…” ‘since I left to prison…’ I wanted to say it out loud but I didn’t. The tears I’d been holding accidentally fell out of my eye, and I sniffed discreetly. “Of course.” I cleared my throat and began. “Story, story, story time. There was a far, far away land, and a King ruled a nation known as Anthill, filled with so many people who called themselves Anthillians.”

Chapter 1: Sinful thoughts I lay on the big king size bed in the master bedroom, the sheets already twisted around my legs. My husband had left yesterday morning for his week-long business trip. He had given me the usual quick kiss at the door and promised to call when he landed, but I knew he probably wouldn’t.

******WARNING: THIS CONTENT MAY APPEAR DISTURBING TO SOME VIEWERS - YOU'VE BEEN WARNED 😈 - CONTINUE IF YOU DARE.****** ******** Trisha wiped the sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand and glanced at her watch. 11:47 p.m. The zoo had been closed for hours, and the only sounds left were the usual night noises--distant calls from the bird house, the low hum of the air filters in the reptile building, and the occasional rustle of leaves when a breeze cut through. She was alone on the night shift again. Third time this week.

soaking the bedsheets and my thighs. She kept licking and fingering me through it until I was whimpering and trying to push her away, then finally pulled her fingers out and licked them clean, eyes locked on mine the whole time. "Belle, it's your turn baby but we're going to try something new", she said, turning to Belle who tucked her lower lip between her teeth. "I'm ready, mommy but... I want you to really dominate me like a dog", Belle whispered, her voice full of longing.

LUCY'S POV I rolled onto the bed and let out a deep sigh. My life has always been like this, quiet, dull, painfully predictable. I would come home from my boring nine-to-five job, sink into my bed, scroll for a while, sleep, and wake up the next day to repeat the same routine.

She said in suggestion. Herzl nods and gets up from the couch. Lisa follows him to his bedroom, where he gets to change into his pajamas. Then they sit down on his bed and Lisa begins to tuck him in. As she does, she asks. “Do you want me to tell you a bedtime story?” “Yes, please…" Herzl uttered, his eyes already beginning to droop as he lay comfortably on his bed. Lisa thinks for a moment before replying. “I'll tell you the story of the three little pigs.” She enounced. Herzl's eyes light up, and he gives a sleepy grin.

The air, crisp and cool, carried the sweet scent of honeysuckle and damp earth, a soothing balm for the soul. From a nearby window, a warm glow spilled out, painting the porch swing in a golden embrace. Inside, a family huddled close, voices soft and laughter gentle, weaving a tapestry of love and contentment against the backdrop of the night. And as the world drifted deeper into slumber, a million tiny dreams took flight, carried on the wings of fireflies and whispers of wind, painting the canvas of night with stories yet to be told. So, snuggle deeper into your blanket, close your eyes, and let the magic of the night wash over you. For in the hush of darkness, when the world sleeps, a thou

I smiled. “Just a short one.” So I told them a simple story about three little wolves exploring a magical forest. By the time I reached the end, both of them were already half asleep. I kissed each of them gently on the forehead. “Goodnight, my loves.” “Goodnight, Mom,” Rune murmured. Alora simply mumbled something before turning over under her blanket. Once they were asleep, I quietly left the room and closed the door behind me. The hallway outside felt quieter now.

‎"Cindy, don't wait for us. I've arranged the guest room, once the kids are asleep, go and spend the night there, okay?" ‎"Okay, yeah." ‎"Bye babies," they exchanged kisses on their cheeks. "Bye mom, bye dad." ‎When they left, I took Myla and Mira upstairs to their room, put them on the bed, and began reading a story for them. Not long after, they were both fast asleep. I dropped the book on the nightstand and tiptoed out of the room. ‎My sister's and her husband's room was just next to their kids' bedroom, on the right, and the guest room I was supposed to spend the night in was on the left side of the kids' room.

I nodded awkwardly and began munching away, forgetting about my dignity. Adrian rolled up the sleeves of his crisp navy blue shirt, revealing powerful well-muscles arms that moved with easy grace as he sat on the floor around the table with us. “Your friends look tired,” Adrian suggested, smiling as he reached for a book, “why don’t we read them a goodnight story so they can all go to bed?” Lily sighed dramatically, feigning tiredness as though she and her dolls had been at work all day. She yawned and then nodded, “good idea, daddy. Oh, oh, tell us the story of Peter the rabbit.”