Love Bed Time Story Novels & Stories

"Emma, your surprise is going to make tomorrow the most perfect wedding anyone could ever have." Finally feeling sleepy, I let Mommy tuck me into bed with extra dolphin stuffed animals and the promise that tomorrow will be magical in every possible way. "Mommy, will you tell me one more story about Romano family love before I fall asleep?" "What kind of story?" "Tell me the story about how you and Daddy learned that choosing each other every day is more important than just feeling love feelings."

the twins groaned in unison. “Just one more story,” Liam pleaded. I smiled. “Okay, one story.” They cheered and ran ahead to their room. I followed them inside, sitting on the edge of Melanie's bed. I had left the room decorations to Mia and I must say she did a great job. Liam hopped onto his bed while Melanie curled up under her blanket, her bunny tucked under her chin. I picked up a book from their nightstand. “Alright, tonight’s story is…” I flipped through the pages of “The Little Prince.”

"I want to stay with you now. I miss you so much." "I know, sweetheart. How about Mommy tells you a really fun story? You get some sleep, and when you wake up, I promise I'll stay a few extra hours with you. How does that sound?" "You promise?" "Pinky swear!" I cross my fingers and kiss them. "Okay." I help him get comfortable in bed and sit in a chair to start telling him the story. "I want the story of The Girl with the Red Hood." "Oh wow, that's not exactly a bedtime story, Alex!" I grumble. "How about something more…"

"I'm glad you loved it" "Mummy, please can you tell me another story?" "You need to go bed first. Tomorrow, I will tell you the Dangerous adventures of Zach" "Really? I'll be waiting then. Good night mom"

He was already slowing down, the day’s adventures catching up to him. Scooping him up, I carried him to his room and tucked him into bed. His eyes were heavy, but he fought the pull of sleep as I started a story about a brave knight and a friendly dragon. “And so, the brave knight and the friendly dragon flew off into the sunset, ready for their next big adventure,” I finished the story with a flourish, hoping to send Chris off to dreamland. But his eyes were still wide open, staring up at me with that mix of curiosity and sleepiness only a kid could muster and still look cute.

" She staggers up, slamming the bolts on the door, top and bottom, then rushes across. 'It's alright, Lamb. He's gone now.' Crouching down, she rocks him in her arms... Sobbing, 'You're bleeding, Mommy...' 'It's nothing, Sweetie. Don't worry.' She wipes his face with the cloth, squeezing warm soapy water. 'Is that better?' 'A bit.' 'Shhh... I know it hurts but let's have a sleep. We'll both feel better afterwards.' 'Will you tell me a story?' 'Of course I will.' She's talking all funny. 'What story would you like?' 'The one about the train to the zoo...' Carefully, she lifts him into the bed then climbs in beside him. 'Once upon a time, there was a little boy called Larry....' She speaks slo

I smiled. “Just a short one.” So I told them a simple story about three little wolves exploring a magical forest. By the time I reached the end, both of them were already half asleep. I kissed each of them gently on the forehead. “Goodnight, my loves.” “Goodnight, Mom,” Rune murmured. Alora simply mumbled something before turning over under her blanket. Once they were asleep, I quietly left the room and closed the door behind me. The hallway outside felt quieter now.

His towel had fallen away somewhere in the hallway; I could feel the hot, thickening press of his cock against my bare thigh, already hardening again, but he made no move to hide it—only wrapped one strong arm around my waist to hold me close and the other around Lila as he reached for the well-worn storybook on her nightstand. “Of course, little wolf,” he said, voice dropping into that deep, magical bedtime timbre that always made my chest squeeze with love. “But only if you promise to dream about all the big, beautiful things you’re going to paint when you grow up. Just like Mommy. Castles made of sunrise colors, lakes that sparkle like diamonds, and maybe even a wolf king who wears a tiny

I wished I could make them happy, always. Blake dried them off and dressed them in their pajamas. He carried them to their beds, and I followed him. We tucked them in and kissed their foreheads. We told them a bedtime story, of how an Alpha king fell in love with a human princess, and how they lived happily ever after. The kids enjoyed the story and asked us questions. We answered them and smiled. We told them we loved them, and they said they loved us too. They closed their eyes and fell asleep. We left their room and went to ours. We changed into our night clothes and got into bed, feeling both physically and emotionally exhausted.

I did, however, spritz a tiny bit of my perfume, not because of him, but I needed to smell like something other than defeat. “Bed time, baby.” I said to Leo as I approached him. "Would you read me a story?” He asked, rubbing his eyes as I sat back on the bed. "Story time it is, baby." I agreed. I picked up a small book about a brave little tugboat. "Once there was a boat who had to navigate a very big, very dark ocean..." I read to him, my voice a soothing hum, until his breathing deepened and his grip on my hand loosened. I leaned down and kissed his forehead, my heart breaking a little more. "I love you, my little general. Sleep tight."