Lavender Lullabies Novels & Stories

It wasn’t long after when Marian left as well, and by then, it was late, and Lilly was yawning. “How about I help you get ready for bed?” Chan asked. Lilly looked pleased with that offer. “Yes, please.” In Lilly’s en suite, Chan drew a bath, adding essential oil to the mix. Soon, the lavender scent filled the room with a calming effect. Lilly had fun in the tub, singing and splashing water about. She even made Chan sing along with her, too. Once Chan decided that it was time, she ushered the girl out and then dried her off and dressed her in pajamas. She was just tucking the little girl into bed when Lilly asked, “Can you read me to sleep?”

After she finished, Livia stepped out again. “It’s ready, Mr. Adrian.” She gave a slight bow, gesturing politely. “Please, go ahead.” Adrian let out a breath. “Add lavender liquid.” “Oh.” Livia nodded and went back in. She looked at the row of bottles and picked the purple one. Reading it slowly, “Lavender…” She dropped a little. “One… two… three…” Then stopped. “Is that enough?” Adrian looked at her flatly. “Where is your logic? That much water and only three drops?”

Drip. Drip. Drip. Lily dropped some sweet-scented lavender oil into the warm bathwater. The lit, scented candles made the bathroom smell like vanilla and roses. She wanted to take a warm and cozy bath after a long day at the hospital. Naked as the day she was born, she stepped inside the tub and soon sunk all the way in. A breath of relaxation left her parted pink lips as she felt the lavender do its trick. Which was relaxing her sour muscles. She half-submerged herself into her delicious-smelling bath, except for wetting her hair, which was tied up into a messy bun. Her eyes closed slowly as she soaked in the peace and quiet.

Pregnancy had turned me into a creature of strange hungers; tonight it had been bread drenched in honey, the sweetness so overwhelming it coated my tongue until, finally, it settled the restless knot in my stomach. The lavender candle flickered on the side table, its fragrance threading through the room, delicate but grounding. Shadows swayed along the walls with every tremor of the flame, wrapping the space in a warm cocoon. For the first time in what felt like forever, my chest loosened. My body remembered how to rest. But then, the quiet pressed in too thickly. It wasn’t the soothing kind anymore, it was the kind that made the heartbeat in my ears sound louder than it should. I reached fo

Near midnight on friday night, Leesa sat at her desk, pouring over her biology book. Avril Lavigne’s “Goodbye Lullaby” CD was playing softly in the background for the third or fourth time. Leesa had been too consumed with her studying to bother changing it, but this time the raucous sounds of “What the Hell” pulled her attention away from the book. The parts about needing time to play and needing to be a bit crazy sure sounded like a good idea to her right now.

, I tease her with a little splash. While they wash my hair and scrub my body, I clean my face with one of the pretty soaps, and let go of all my built up tension. All the strange emotions I felt while my master was causing me all that pleasure, all the anger I felt toward myself for being pleased by it, the empty feeling I felt after he left me without even glancing in my direction, all of it fizzles away with the tiny bubbles. Finally, I'm able to set my worries aside and feel at ease for the moment. "Lavender is great for soothing the nerves, isn't it?", yawns Marie. "I don't know about you, but I'm getting sleepy."

Hiding I had been doing since before I had a word for it. I'm not fast. I'm not strong. I never have been. But I can disappear. I learned it young, the way some kids learned to swim or climb, because it came as naturally as breathing and felt just as necessary. My mother called it the Switch. A Silver Dawn gift: the ability to pull yourself inward, dampen what the body broadcasts, become background. Unremarkable. Unseen. The other kids in my Circle practiced it like a skill. For me it had always felt more like remembering something I already knew.

King Austin: I need you to sing me a lullaby Queen Blair: A lullaby? Austin, we've talked about this.... King Austin: Well I wouldn't sleep till I hear your melodious voice Queen Blair: (blushes) Okay (sings) 🎵Rock a-bye baby, on the tree tops, when the wind blows, the cradle will rock. When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall, And down will come baby, cradle and all 🎵 (When Austin sleeps, Blair covers him well)

she asked quietly. Bell hummed, “Lavender”, she answered, “The bottle is blue the perfume is more of a purple color, mauve if someone were to be pedantic. But yes its calming, since most people only buy things related to the herb because of the effect lavender has”, she explained. “The effects of lavender?” Fiona asked confused.

Like the poles of a magnet, Lola perfectly satisfied all of Caesar's expectations, inevitably, Caesar also had a strong attraction to her. Even if Caesar refused to sleep with Lola at night, she still jumped onto the bed, nestled her face into Caesar's arms, and took two deep breaths. Lola couldn't sleep, making a fuss about wanting Caesar to sing her a lullaby. Caesar didn't know how to sing a lullaby, so he hummed symbolically and gently patted Lola's back. Lola herself started humming, it was the Asti tribe's lullaby, daylight is coming, the day is near, and we will all be safe...