Love Bed Time Stories Novels & Stories

However, with something on her mind, Thea tossed and turned that night, unable to fall asleep. Thorne pulled her into his arms and commanded dominantly, "Close your eyes, I will tell you a story." Then he went from Snow White to Pea Princess, from Cinderella to Thumbelina. Thea became more and more uneasy as she listened, “Why are all these stories about princes and Cinderellas who go through hardships and end up happily together?" Thorne said, "Because I liked it." Thea, “..." Finally, she felt a little guilty, “Why don't you go to sleep first? I really can't fall asleep."

The little girl was already in her bed thanks to tina, her eyes drooping sleepily as she clutched her stuffed bunny. When she saw her parents, a sleepy smile spread across her face. “Mommy, Daddy,” she murmured, holding out her arms. “Are you gonna tell me a story?” David smiled softly, leaning down to kiss her forehead. “Of course we are, sweetie.” Lulu sat on the edge of the bed, smoothing back Sage’s hair. “What kind of story would you like tonight?” “Something with fairies,” Sage said, her voice already fading as sleep began to take over.

Scarlett, “???” “Last night, she tucked me into bed, and I cuddled with her too,” Liam happily shared. “Really? Did she tell you a story at night too?” Charlotte asked. Liam frowned. He sighed and said, “Oh, I forgot about that. My Beauty and I will choose a book later for our bedtime story. It must be really nice.” Scarlett, “...” “It is! My mommy and I also drink milk and eat cookies before going to bed too,” Charlotte narrated.

I nodded and followed her to our little angels' room. Samantha tucked in Poppy, and I tucked in Violet. Poppy and Violet couldn't sleep without listening to bedtime stories, especially Poppy. I brought out the story we'd be reading tonight, "The Christmas Cookie," since Christmas was just a few weeks away. Samantha and I started reading the story, making it more real by adding sound effects with our mouths. Our little angels giggled, "awwn" ed, and pouted their lips until they fell asleep.

When it was time for bed, I walked him to his room and sat in the chair beside the bed. “Would you like me to read you a story?” I asked. He nodded, picking out a book about space. I read slowly, using different voices for the characters, just as I had seen Marcus do during visits. Liam listened closely, his eyes growing heavy. When I finished, I closed the book and stood up. “Alright. Time to sleep. The light will stay on low if you want it, and my room is just down the hall. If you need anything—water, a light on, or even just to talk—you knock, okay?”

I said assuringly. “No. I don't wanna stay alone." She begged, dragging my wrist. Realizing that there was no other way I could leave the room, I came up with an idea. ‘I’m going to tell her a story until she falls asleep!’ "Okay, Marissa, you know what? I have enough stories to tell you, tonight! Do you wanna hear it?” “Yes!" She answered enthusiastically. "Then, climb into bed ASAP!” I said eagerly as both of us crawled into bed, throwing the covers over us.

A small nightlight shaped like a rocket ship glowed in the corner. "Mummy, can you read me a story?" Bernard asked, his big eyes looking up at her hopefully. She smiled and brushed his hair back. "Of course, sweetheart. Which one?" "The one about the brave knight!" Mrs. Harrington reached for the book on the nightstand and began reading. Her voice was soft and soothing, painting pictures of castles and dragons in the boy's imagination. Within minutes, Bernard's eyelids grew heavy, and soon he was fast asleep. She kissed his forehead gently, turned off the main light, and stepped out of the room, closing the door quietly behind her.

A while later, after he finally fell asleep, Sylvia also shut her eyes. … The next night, Sylvia came to their room and slept with them again. The bedtime story she chose today was about a child being independent and sleeping alone. She concentrated on delivering the story but Isabel fell asleep before the story even ended. Liam, on the other hand, listened to the end before he closed his eyes and hugged his mother to sleep. Sylvia kissed the two little angels on the cheeks before she, too, shut her eyes. … Three days went by in the blink of an eye, and today would be the deadline that Odell had set.

It is not a long story so I will quickly tell you. It was a very sunny day but Bia had chosen to read the book again instead of playing outside. And as you know, when she saw the world "treasure" her curiosity made her read all the rules very carefully. When she finished she first thought that the last rule was written by her own father, because he could not open one eye after 9pm. But most important for her was the last forbition. To explain it we have to go a bit outside and a bit in the past.

The sky is dark as we make it to the front door, ushering a tired Brandon inside. "It might be a good idea for you to head to bed, mister," I say to Brandon, who yawns widely as I make the suggestion. He nods, not even bothering to protest, which I take as a sign that he's exhausted from his busy day. I glance over at Evans. "Is it okay if I take him up?" "Go for it," Evans says, nodding. I get Brandon in bed, and he falls asleep only five minutes into tonight's bedtime story, in which Ralphie the sheep has joined the lion and the dinosaur on their adventures. As soon as I'm certain he's out, I stand and turn off the lights, slipping out into the hallway.