Goodnight Story For Adults Novels & Stories

"A dangerous rule, Leo. Your father can never find out." "Never," I muttered, my eyes dipping down to her lips. The shared secret only made us ten times hornier. By midnight, my father was sound asleep in the master bedroom, dead to the world from jetlag. I was lying awake in my own bed, wearing nothing but cotton boxers when my bedroom door slowly opened. A slender shadow slipped inside.

"Good girl." The gathering continued for a while. The men talked more business. Aria stayed on the couch, legs spread, cum leaking from her. She felt sore but satisfied. Thorne occasionally touched her, running his hand over her marked skin. Later that night, the guests left. Thorne carried Aria to the bed. He cleaned her gently with a warm cloth. "You did very well tonight." "Thank you, sir," she whispered. Exhaustion pulled her into sleep quickly. Her body ached in every good way.

Elle POV. “Tell me a story” I whisper over the phone, tonight was one of the worst nights ever, I had several nightmares back to back, I woke more than once but I managed to get back to sleep, but the last one was very bad. I couldn’t go back to sleep, I was scared of my own mind, having an overactive imagination turned to be a curse in lonely nights, every sound, every murmur my brain translated and turned into a monster hiding in the darkness.

His fingers tapped on the tabletop without any rhythm as he said flatly, “Babies sleep with their parents. I don’t mind giving you a chance to sleep with me.” Harold was speechless. No one would want to sleep with a devil, like Daddy. He would be so frightened that he would not be able to fall asleep. George was speechless. He would rather sleep alone. “How about I sleep with all of you tonight?” Mrs. Winters smiled and said. “I have learned a few bedtime stories. I will tell you stories tonight.” “Yeah! Awesome!” Melody was the most supportive one as she clapped cheerfully. Harold, who was afraid that his daddy would force him to sleep with him, clapped as well. He said, “I can’t wait to he

Micah cracked one eye open and grumbled, “Where’s my bedtime story?” Adrian scooped him up, kissed his sandy hair. “I’ll tell you one.” Zaya reached for me, sleepy and small and safe. I carried her inside, her head tucked under my chin — her soft breaths a promise that the future could be gentle, if we let it. We lay curled together in that tiny beachside cabana, the windows cracked open to let in the hush of the waves. Adrian’s voice drifted through the dark, telling the children about two wolves and two sisters and the lie that became a truth that saved them all.

she began, calling for one of the maids. “What’s this I’ve heard about Lilliane being missing?” Mathilda froze, staring at the old man with a stunned expression. Her face clearly showed her shock, while Richard closed his eyes tightly and rubbed the bridge of his nose. “A-about that, I don’t know what you’re—” “Don’t lie to me, Mathilda, Richard!” *** FOOTNOTE (1) Balita: in general usage, means “news” in English, but in a military context, it is used to convey critical information or situational updates, and can also be a way of greeting or asking how someone is.

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.”

I'm quiet because I actually feel guilty about all of this, I feel like I would have been able to do something. “No, that's not it, mom. I'm not scared of the news, and I will not get any nightmares,” I say and mom smiles. “Goodnight honey!” mom says and I wave, “Goodnight mom,” I say. She flips my light switch off and darkness floods the entire room. I turn off my phone and now I'm in absolute darkness, the kind of darkness where I can't even tell whether I'm lying or standing. After a few seconds of counting sheep, I fade. into my subconscious, gradually.

“Would you tell me a story? My friend Dustin says his mom and dad tell him stories every night, but no one will tell me a story.” My heart melted hearing his request, and I smiled. “Of course, Liam. And you are in luck. I know so many stories.” I picked him up in my arms. “Really?” he said excitedly, burying his head in my neck, making me sigh in content. “Yay.” I tucked him into his bed. I began weaving a tale about a courageous knight who embarked on an epic adventure to save a kingdom from a fearsome dragon. Liam’s eyelids grew heavy as he listened to the tale, and soon he was fast asleep.

Goodnight Timothy. Goodnight Penelope, Good luck tomorrow. I fall asleep with my phone in my hand, feeling warmer than I should.