Love Bed Time Story Novels & Stories

Nearby, Max had been sleeping curled up on the couch. Hearing Joshua return, he rubbed his eyes, climbed into his father's lap, and wrapped his little arms around him. "Dad… I'm sleepy. Will you sleep with me?" Joshua glanced at his watch. It was already one in the morning. He picked Max up and carried him upstairs. "It's so late. Why are you still awake? Didn't one of the maids read you a bedtime story?" Max puffed out his cheeks unhappily. "Every night, Mom made me sweet soup before bed. The maids don't know how to, and they don't tell stories as nicely as Mom did. I can't fall asleep."

Lily said that one story was better than no stories, and she took my hand and pulled me to her room. I read her the story about the bear who could not sleep, and she fell asleep halfway through, and Rook stood in the doorway and watched us. When she was asleep, I tucked her in and kissed her forehead, and Rook whispered that she loved me, and I whispered that I loved her too.

The boys were too tired to put up their usual bedtime resistance, allowing themselves to be tucked into their beds with minimal fuss. "Story?" Ethan requested, his eyes already half-closed. "Short one," I promised, settling into the chair between their beds while Thomas leaned against the doorframe. I chose a familiar story about brave little mice going on adventures, my voice soft and soothing in the dim light of their room. By the time I reached the end, both boys were fast asleep, their breathing deep and even. Thomas and I tiptoed out of their room, leaving the door slightly ajar as always.

She rode the bike but would not go up the hill anymore. Logan always slept in her Cinderella air bed on the floor beside her parents’ bed. The Cinderella bed was pink, purple, blue, and designed to look like a castle. One night Logan slides out of her bed while sleeping and rolled under her parents’ bed. Sandy woke in during the night hearing Logan cry. She searched the whole bedroom and could not find Logan. She awakened Bob to help search for Logan. Bob laid in the floor and looked under the bed. Logan was under the bed. Every time she would try to get up to crawl, she would bump her head and cry. She was scared. Bob slid under the bed and help Logan get out from under the bed. That night

“But don’t get mad if we make it fall instead.” Josh pouted for a moment, then nodded as if deciding that was a fair risk. Soon the room was filled with their laughter again, echoing softly off the walls and wrapping the space in warmth. Althea watched them with quiet contentment. Moments like this always reminded her how lucky she was—to have them, to have peace, to have this home. By the time night fell, the sky outside had deepened into velvet, scattered with a thousand glittering stars. After tucking Josh into bed, Althea read him his favorite bedtime story—The Frog Prince and the Sleeping Princess.

"We woke you up, didn't we? Come on, let's go back to bed. Sorry, Logan, but please wait for a moment." She held Maya's hand and walked toward a bedroom. "Alright, Mommy is going to tell you a bedtime story, okay? So you can go to sleep safe and sound and snug. How about the one with the astronaut?" She began. "The astronaut is standing in the space station. Outside the window, he sees the limitless expanse of space. Then, suddenly, hears the sound of someone knocking on the window—" "It's a ghost! A ghost! The ghost is outside the window, right?!"

Her eyelids grew heavier until she finally allowed herself to be tucked into bed. “Story, Mommy?” “Which one would you like?” I perched on the edge of her bed, stroking her hair. “The princess wolf,” she mumbled, eyelids fluttering. I began the familiar tale, watching as Debbie fought valiantly against sleep. By the third page, she had lost the battle, her breathing deep and even. I leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead before standing. Edward waited by the door, watching us with an expression I couldn’t quite decipher. We slipped out of the room, leaving the door slightly ajar as Debbie preferred.

“And then the tortoise said, ‘Can you at least be my friend? I promise I will never trick you again.’ But the rabbit could already see through the tortoise’s trick. ‘Of course I can be your friend,’ the rabbit replied. ‘But before I agree, you have to promise me that you will never lie to me again.’ ‘Of course! I promise,’ the tortoise said. But before I could finish the story, I noticed that Leo had finally drifted off to sleep. I stopped reading and looked down at his sleeping face for a while before gently brushing a few strands of hair away from his forehead. A smile slowly spread across my lips. Troublesome little boy. He looked so innocent when he was asleep. It was hard to believe tha

I spent the next half-hour weaving a silly, magical story about a brave knight with a shield made of silver and his loyal queen who protected the kingdom of the glass mountains. Jim hung on every single word, occasionally interrupting to ask if the wolves ate pancakes or flew through the air. By the time the story ended, Jim’s eyelids were drooping heavily, and his yawns were coming one right after another. "Alright, little knight, time for bed," I whispered, picking him up in my arms. He buried his face sleepily against my shoulder, barely stirring as I carried him inside and tucked him into the cozy wooden bunk bed in the back room, leaving a small nightlight glowing in the corner.

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.