Love Bed Time Stories Novels & Stories

“I’ll tell you lots of stories until you fall asleep.” Her little nod nestled into the crook of my neck. And just like that, my world stopped spinning. I tucked her into bed beside me, wrapping the covers around her small frame. She curled into the pillow with expectant eyes, and I began to speak—spinning a tale about brave princesses who conquered beasts with the power of kindness, about noble knights who protected those who couldn’t protect themselves. As I spoke, her eyelids began to droop. Her breathing slowed. The weight of the day finally began to lift from my shoulders, replaced by the soft, rhythmic rise and fall of her chest beside me.

It is a few minutes past 7:30 pm and we are preparing to go to bed. We sleep pretty early because we wake up so early too. I and Laura have been at home since she got back from school. We had a nice daddy-and-daughter time and I enjoyed every bit of it. As usual. Since we both lost her mom, I have worked extra hard to distract myself from all the pain of losing my beautiful wife. So I am grateful for and excited about every opportunity I get to spend time with my daughter. I give her a hot shower, get her dressed in her pyjamas and lay my little princess to sleep. Just as I’m about to step out of her room, I hear her cute tiny little voice say “Daida please can you read me a bedtime story a

Especially Benjamin, he loved her a little more every day. "Alright, Hannah, it's time for us to rest." Amanda smiled and stood up holding her daughter. This little girl seemed to be getting fatter every day, her arms ached from carrying her. Benjamin followed, standing up, "Wife, I'll take Hannah to sleep and tell her a bedtime story while I'm at it. You rest here." Amanda handed her daughter to him, "Okay, it's easier for you to coax Hannah to sleep." Hannah smiled sweetly, "Mommy, when Daddy tells stories, his expressions become more and more expressive. Daddy tells the story of the Little White Rabbit the most vividly. Daddy's voice is so nice to listen to. I'm purely lulled to sleep by

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.

Even though we were exhausted, we were delighted after a good day of fun and swimming. The only one who seemed to have enough energy for the night was Lora. Ana and I did our best to entertain her while Oliver ran off somewhere. Currently, we were in Lora's room. We had managed to get her in her pajamas and in the sheets, now we had to make her fall asleep. "Could you tell me a bedtime story?" Lora asked sweetly as Anastasia and I sat on each side of her bed. Anastasia smiled proudly. "There's this story I heard when I was young. I don't remember much but I think that you'll like it."

“I am not sleepy!”, the little girl grumpily said. Her father was trying to put her to sleep with a lullaby, yet failing at the same time. He let out a sigh and said, “ Zeru, you have to sleep, it is late and you have lessons early in the morning.” Zeru, “But father, I am not sleepy. How about you tell me a story instead, please.” Father, “You little troublemaker! Do you know your way out huh?! Okay, but promise you will sleep after the story and no excuse.”

I laid back onto the chair and began to read, “In an ancient village, lying in between two majestic mountains…” ~*~*~*~ I had been reading for a while and lost track of time very quickly. Two things were certain: the moon was already up in the sky and I was reading a chapter titled Ye Love of Old. This book told stories about the legends of our realm. Mother has always told me stories before I would go to bed. I didn’t know they were this well-known and even studied by the wisest people that came and went.

Royce chuckled. Viviana sighed and said, "Never mind, let Evelin and Layne be the flower children together, I'll just deliver the ring." She yawned and said, "Mom and Dad, Viviana is a little tired and wants to go to sleep." "Okay, close your eyes and go to sleep quickly." "Could you tell Viviana a story, Mom?" Mya sighed and said, "Let me tell the baby." Her soft voice, with a hint of nasal tone, told Viviana about "Alice's Adventures in Wonderland".

Chapter 4: LORA'S POV. Mom always used to tell me before her death, “no good comes from men.” She was so wrong, because having Roderick between my thighs, with his lips firm around my clit, was the best thing that had ever happened to me. He had thrown me on his bed earlier, still naked and wet. He didn't mind that his bed was about to be soaked, and he definitely couldn't wait a few seconds before tearing my clothes off my body and pushing his face in-between my thighs.

After Amelia left the nursery, Andrew turned off the lights in the room, leaving only a dim night light. He placed Asher in the small bed and picked up a bedtime storybook. "What story does Asher want to hear? 'The Adventures in the Candy House'?" Andrew asked. Asher shook his little head, sitting up from the small bed. His tiny hands wandered through the bookshelf on the bedside table, finally pulling out a book, "Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves," handing it to Andrew. "Tell this one." Andrew opened the children's storybook and started reading.