Lullaby Stories Novels & Stories

"The moon told me that you're a liar, and a hater, and a cruel-cruel man, but I already know. You say you love me, but you show me hate. You hug me, and then you scream... And you kiss me, but all I feel is fear. So I found my freedom in your absence, and I sing myself a Lullaby-y-y... He dances with me in the moonlight, and smiles at me like a fairytale. I found my peace in your hatred. And I sing myself a Lullaby-y-y, one where fairytales are real, and dreams do come true. I sing a Lulla-Lullaby, and you would never know. A Lullaby of dreams, and hope, and smiles, one that you wouldn't know. And I found peace from my pain. And I found freedom in my dreams.

But Willow, with her wide eyes and innocent curiosity, piped up, "Mommy, can we have a story before we sleep, please? A princess story!" She couldn't resist her daughter's request. Stories had always been a source of comfort for Willow, and Tessa couldn't deny her the solace they provided. "Of course, sweetie," Tessa replied, her voice taking on the cadence of a bedtime tale. "Once upon a time, in a faraway kingdom, there lived a strong and brave princess named Lily."

Elena’s Pov The constant bickering outside my bedroom and the crying of my baby startled me. I tossed and turned on the bed, trying to get rid of the noise but couldn't. “Why can't I get a perfect sleep!” I groaned in frustration, sat upright, and carried my baby from his cot. After a thousand years of singing a lullaby, my baby effortlessly moved to deep sleep and I gently placed him back on his cot. I sighed. I had only been a mother for a few weeks and I was completely exhausted from the task.

She chose herself. That night, after Lila came home from her grandparents house, Elena helped her into pajamas, combed through her damp hair, and read Goodnight Moon for what felt like the hundredth time. Lila snuggled close, her little fingers playing with the collar of Elena’s shirt as her eyes fluttered sleepily. But then Lila’s voice, soft and sweet, broke the silence. “Mommy?” “Mm?” “Can you tell me the hummingbird story again?”

astonished they all looked at her even blake took a step away "Okay, I guess it's story time, You might want to grab a seat son, it's a long ride" she announced excitedly Blake gently obeyed sitting next to Jack and Ayesha who didn't seem worried or scared but appeared to be interested in Luna story. "A long, long time ago, before any of you were born, before I was born too, a witch fell in love with a very handsome wolf, it was forbidden but they were helpless. They had what we can call a sweet hide-and-seek relationship until a vampire fell in love with her. It then became complicated, at that time she was pregnant for the wolf and was doing her best to hide from the vampire. When he found

I shook my head and grabbed my basket, hurrying away before I had to listen to any more. Why is it always me? Later that evening, the assignment proved even worse than I feared. Not only was I to clean the king’s chambers, but I was also expected to deliver anything he requested. My hands trembled as I carried the small vial of pregnancy-preventing medicine toward his private wing. As I approached the heavy oak door, distinct sounds drifted into the hallway — breathy moans, a woman’s voice breaking with pleasure. “Oh, Your Majesty… you’re so big… fuck—”

“Mommy please tell me a story before bed.” I have my best puppy dog eyes as I cling to my mother’s leg, begging for a story before bed. Mommy smiles at me and I know I’ve won. “Alright Haley, which one?” “The one about the Blood Red Wolf.” “That one again? Oh, alright.” Mommy tucks me under the covers and then cuddles up in bed with me as she begins to tell the story. I have heard this story several times but it’s one of my favorites.

The kicking Tana and I received from them that night is a story for another day. Remind me to not ever sleep on the same bed with hyper active kids. Their energy cannot even sleep at night.

Just as he approached a room’s doorway, he heard Tina and Kara’s conversation drifting from inside the room. “Tonight’s bedtime story is called ‘Tadpoles Searching for Their Mommy.’ The warm spring is here… A bunch of little tadpoles want to look for their mommy… After overcoming all the obstacles, the little tadpoles finally found their froggy mommy. Together, they lived happily ever after…” Tina’s tone was gentle as she read the bedtime story out loud from the storybook to her daughter. Kara lay in her arms, her heavy eyelids already glued together. She struggled to say, “The little tadpoles are very pitiful… I won’t be separated from you, Mommy… Even if we do get separated, I’ll find you