Interesting Bedtime Stories For Adults Novels & Stories

“Just give me some time, I’m trying to take care of some things at the moment.” After that, the line went silent. I almost thought he had hung up, till I heard his soft sigh. I slumped my back against the bed frame, and tears streamed down my face. “Aaron, you need to go to sleep now,” I said, trying to coax him to sleep. “No, mom. Read me a bed time story since you’re not coming home” he murmured, his voice sleepy. “Alright,” I nodded, giving in to him. “So what type of story do you want to hear?”

That I also used that spoon just moments ago? My face heated up, and I avoided his gaze. “I'm going to the bathroom.” I quickly tell him and then I run out of the room, so as to not make a fool of myself again.. ¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤ That night, before I left, Sophia and Franklin asked me to tell them a bedtime story. Even though I had experiences in putting Xavier and Clayton to sleep, I only knew of the story of the three little pigs and of course Cinderella but my boys weren't ever interested in that second one.

I would be damned if I only instructed them and left. For a million years, my order would only accumulate dirt, as Ethan and Ezra would bury themselves in their video games and Emily would baby Penny. “Mum, tell us a bedtime story.” Ezra pleaded. Defeated, I began my tale of the legendary Wolf's King and his Luna. It happened to be their favourite story, and they never grew weary of it. In less than ten minutes, they were all fast asleep, like wasted adults. I tucked them into bed and watched them sleep for a while before turning off the light.

Then, in a low, even voice, she began telling stories. She told five. Thomas didn't seem remotely sleepy. In the past, by the third story, Theo would already have been asleep. But she knew better than to compare Thomas to him. Thomas's insomnia ran deep; his body and mind refused to rest easily. Patient as ever, Sharon kept going. She had prepared around thirty bedtime stories that night. If none of them worked, she would simply try another approach tomorrow. But the truth was—she hadn't slept much the night before, keeping vigil over him. Now, lulled by her own soft cadence and the drowsy pull of her words, she began to nod off mid-sentence.

he admitted, his voice low. "Oh? What kind of stuff?" I pushed, letting my legs fall open a little wider. He swallowed hard, his eyes flicking down again before locking back on mine. A new boldness seemed to steel his nerves. "Stories. About... things people want. Fantasies." "Fantasies are important," I said softly, holding his gaze. "They help us figure out what we really need." I let out a soft moan as his thumb found a particularly sore spot on my feet. "Mmm, right there, Leo. That's so good."

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.

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.

When we were kids, dad used to tell us stories about magical realms that had fairies, werewolves, Sylphs, Nereids and, and… Werewolves… ”What's making you think so hard?” Caden asked as he poked his finger between my brows to stop me from creasing them. ”I’m sorry. Don’t laugh at me but something’s bugging me… I was thinking of dad. He used to tell us these wack stories when we were kids before bed.” I said bending my head as I gently bit my lip. “Well I used to think they were wack.” Caden had finished cooking so we began to eat together on the dining table as I told him what exactly was bugging me.

And I will fly so high away from all the abuse. "Wow, it's so beautiful! You'll read more for me insha'Allah. This will be my bedtime story in our case, bedtime poem." He mumbled gently, pressing her more into his chest. They said their prayers and fell into abyss of dreamless slumber.

Davina lamented. “Are you a grown-up? The answer is No! You are still a child and sleeping early would help your brain’s activities.” I responded. I tucked them in successfully and turned off the light after reading a short bedtime story of Mama Bear and Baby Bear. Striding carefully out of the room I closed the door gently behind me. “Is there anything you want me to do for you before retiring for the day?” Nana Amy asked. “No, you can leave now. But before you go, where is Father?” I inquired.