Goodnight Story For Adults Novels & Stories

After the Thanksgiving dinner, we all retired to bed. ‎I shifted in Juliet's bed, waiting for Juliet to fall asleep deeply so that I could crawl to her mother's bed. My cock is rock hard just from the thought of fucking my girlfriend's mom tonight. ‎I can't stop imagining my hands all over Juliet's mom's body, my face buried in between her legs, or cock buried deep inside her cunt. ‎After making sure Juliet had fallen deeply asleep, I snuck out of her room and tiptoed down the hallway to her mother's room. I stopped in front of the closed door, wrapped my hand on the doorknob with my cock throbbing and straining my pants.

She nodded earnestly, her little face serious as she scrubbed away. We then went to their room, where I helped them into their favorite pajamas. Zenith chose his dinosaur ones, while Zendaya picked her unicorn set. “Alright, into bed you go,” I said, tucking them under the covers. “How about a bedtime story?” Their faces lit up, and they nodded eagerly. I sat on the edge of the bed and began, “Once upon a time, in a vast and endless desert, there was a single seed. This seed was special because it had a dream—to become a beautiful flower.”

‘Sit with me beautiful Wolf’ Her hands stroked over his fur and he sank to the floor his whole body alive to hers as she curled beside him one arm thrown around his neck, ‘I’m not afraid of you’ She whispered as another loud crash of thunder followed a fork of lightening, ‘I read the book’ He turned his huge head and blinked his golden eyes she was curled into his side fast asleep and very gently he rested his head against her hand feeling her warmth, ‘Oh my Belle’ He whispered brokenly a single tear falling from his cheek. Belle woke up in her own bed dry and warm she blinked sleepily, ‘Had it all been a dream?’ There was no sign of the huge silver Wolf and she said nothing to her Father wh

Soft whispers of appreciation and gratitude filled the air. Sensing their drowsiness, I concluded the story with a gentle, "And so, Princess Lily and her friends lived happily ever after, creating a kingdom filled with love and friendship." One by one, the children drifted into a peaceful slumber, their dreams intertwined with the enchanting tale. Lily, now nestled in the warmth of her blanket, clutched her teddy bear with a serene expression. I remained seated amidst the slumbering children, grateful for the bond forged through the simple act of storytelling and the comfort of blankets stitched with care. The blankets, like the fairy tale, became threads of warmth connecting hearts in a kin

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 should be drifting off, but my mind is still buzzing, still reaching for something to hold onto. “I can’t sleep,” I admit after a few minutes. “My brain won’t stop.” “What do you need?” “Tell me something. A story. Something that isn’t about councils or threats or ex-girlfriends or Nathaniel.” I shift closer, pressing my face against his chest. “Something to quiet my head.” “I don’t do stories.” “Then make one up. Something boring enough to knock me out.” The sound he makes might be a laugh. Might just be an exhale. Hard to tell with Knox.

Her eyelids grew heavier and heavier until she could no longer keep them open. When she woke up again, her stomach felt empty. The only thing that had ever given her hope was gone. The effects of the anesthesia were fading, and the sharp pain in her abdomen made even the smallest movement unbearable. Tears streamed down her face. The baby was gone. Her future was completely shattered. Meanwhile, Matteo was at the nightclub he frequented. In a private room, he drowned himself in alcohol, frustration eating away at him. He didn't even remember the last time he had gotten a decent night's sleep.

To say that I’m screwed would be an understatement. I have another confession to make. I’m currently crouched and hiding under his bed. The very one that he’s occupying. It’s getting late now, almost two in the morning. It’s been raining outside for nearly an hour. Every time I think he’s asleep, he shifts and mutters something in his sleep.

“Goodnight…” “Goodnight.”

I said and went inside first. I missed another chance to tell him. Perhaps, tomorrow I’d be able to tell him. Lucas settled between us and again I saw how Logan’s face showed disappointment. Was he planning to sleep beside me? “Mommy, can you tell me a story? It helps me to sleep easily.” Lucas turned to cuddle with me. “I am not good with stories but I’ll tell you one tonight about a little girl who was the princess of her parents just like you but one day, she was left alone.” I said.