Love Bed Time Story Novels & Stories

I hop on the bed and lean my head against her neck as I wrap my self around her. “I can’t sleep alone anymore. My nightmares keep haunting me” I said miserably. “I’m sorry, I wish there was something I could do or give you to make them go away forever” she said as she kissed the top of my head “Do you want me to tell you a bed time story?” she asked softly. I looked up at her radiantly and nodded my head in excitement. “Once upon a time, in a land far away, lived a beautiful young girl…”

It was Snow White and the seven dwarfs. "Not today baby." Bright said taking the book from my hands. He kept it away on his working table while I stared at him with a confused face. "Why~? You don't want to Bubble to hear bed time stories?" I whined kicking the blankets from my body. Though my body was paining so bad, my stubbornness didn't leave me Bright gently put the blanket over me again, tucking me in. I felt like a burrito among the thick blankets. "How about I take care of mommy tonight?" he asked caressing my hair. I closed my eyes the second his fingers touched my scalp. His long fingers slid through my hair skillfully massaging there. "Where is it hurting now?"

I told them about the moon that fell in love with the sea but could never touch it, about the brave girl who taught the stars how to sing, about the fox who tricked winter into leaving early. My mother’s voice echoed faintly in my mind as I spoke, threading comfort through the words. One by one, their breathing slowed. Shayla drifted off first, clutching her stuffed rabbit. Mira had already succumbed. Lucas fought the longest, eyes drooping stubbornly until finally, sleep claimed him too. I kissed each forehead. “Goodnight,” I whispered. “I love you.” Blankets were tucked. Nightlights adjusted. Curtains drawn. For a long moment, I simply stood there, watching them breathe.

I hold her against me, breathe in her scent of child, of sleep, of life. "Mommy, we took a super nap with Marcus! He told us a story before falling asleep! It was so good!" "Really?" I ask, looking at Marcus. "The story of the little bear looking for his mommy," he says. "They loved it." "And then we fell asleep," adds Léon, waking up in turn. "Marcus fell asleep too. He snores a little." "I don't snore," protests Marcus. "Yes, a little," confirms Lola. "But it's cute."

He began the story. His voice was low and steady, perfectly pitched for drawing little listeners (and tired grown-ups) into sleep. It was an old story—one his own mother had told him, he had once mentioned in passing, in a moment of vulnerability that felt like a lifetime ago—about a little fox who got lost in the woods and found her way home by following the stars.

The night was cold, and I feared they would catch a cold, but they began to cry out loud on the road. People began to stare, so I had gotten them the ice cream. When they got home, I prepared for them a nice warm shower, and dressed them, making them ready for bed. “I'm craving a bedtime story, Mommy.” Nadia said, as I tucked them in. “I'll tell you one tomorrow. I'm exhausted, okay? What do you think about two bedtime stories tomorrow?” I asked, as a bribe. “Oh yeah! I want Rapunzel and Sleeping Beauty.”

I tucked him in snugly, sitting beside him as he snuggled under his blankets. “Mummy, can you read me a story?” He asked me as he yawned, his eyes already growing heavy with sleep. I chuckled at this. No matter how sleepy Jameson got, he would never forget our bedtime story tradition. “Of course, sweetie.” I said softly and then pulled out a storybook from the shelf. It was his favourite that I had read to him countless times before. “Once upon a time...” I began to read, and by the time I was done a few minutes later, his eyes had fluttered shut, and he was now sound asleep.

"Adrian, happy thirty-sixth birthday." His face went white. "You came home early to celebrate my birthday?" I didn't answer. Adrian lowered his voice. "I'm sorry. I forgot." "You didn't forget." I looked up at him. "You remembered someone else's nightmares and forgot when my flight was landing." He opened his mouth, and a long moment passed before he managed, "Serena, I can explain." I nodded. "Go ahead." Adrian sat down across from me. "Vivian's parents are both overseas. She lives alone, and her leg is injured. The elevator broke down one day, so I helped her upstairs. She said she was scared and couldn't sleep."

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.

Bedtime. Usually, this was Aurora's domain. It was her sacred hour, the time when the CEO vanished and the "Maman" took over. She would read Goodnight Moon or The Little Prince, her voice a soft, rhythmic lullaby that chased away the dragons. But tonight, Liam stood in the doorway. He was wearing a simple gray t-shirt and sweatpants, his feet bare on the plush carpet. He held a book in his hand. Not a picture book. A chapter book.