Lullaby Sweet Dreams Novels & Stories

I sang a lullaby my mom had made up for me whenever I was a crying mess. Little girl, little girl Come to mommy's arms Don't be scared, I'm here With all our good luck charms Why do you fret so much? What happened to our silly dreams? If you want kisses, I've got a bunch And sunrays and moonbeams I sang softly, not wanting to startle Sharon or make her mad. Her breathing calmed down and soon her sobs were reduced to hushed whimpers and eventually, they stopped. She had fallen fast asleep, her nose still runny and her mouth hanging open. Her head rested on my shoulder and I looked at the little frail girl under the facade. The little girl that needed a lullaby to calm her down.

He remembered after that something that felt like a dream but was not actually a dream. Warm hands. Cool cloth wiping across his skin. A voice—soft, gentle—singing. Not just singing. Cradling him with words. Close your eyes, the night is deep, Dream of stars and skies you keep. Safe and warm, here in my arms, Rest your heart away from harm. Whispered winds will guide your way, Till the dawn brings light to stay. Hold on tight, don’t fear the night, I’m right here—till morning light.

I nearly choked on my tea. “What did you say?” “I’m pursuing you,” he said seriously. “That way, Victor won’t suspect anything. He’d love for me to get close to the Shaws so he can find a way to reach your family’s resources.” I looked at his earnest expression and suddenly had no idea what to say. He smiled first. “Am I smart?” “...Pretty smart.” He smiled, his eyes curving like crescent moons. At that moment, I suddenly realized that when he smiled, there was something clean and boyish in his face.

I leaned closer, brushing the spot just below her ear with my lips. “You've been staring at the screen all day,” I murmured. “Come to bed, Let me make you feel better.” She let out a small tired laugh, still focused on her laptop. “I wish Babe. But I've got this presentation tomorrow and my boss moved the deadline up, gosh I'm so behind time.” I didn’t give up, I moved my fingers higher, tugging the edge of her shorts. “It'll just be for twenty minutes. Come on, Mira. I miss you.”

I reply. "Honey, no man can have a nightmare about a beautiful woman like you. Sleep well," Connor replies, and I blush as he sends me a kiss emoji. I reply goodnight with the same emoji, knowing this is the start of a beautiful relationship between Connor and me. I just hope it lasts and that I do not get hurt.

"You always know how to calm me down..." Lucius winked, his fingers dancing on the strings. "Music has a way of reaching places words can't." As the melody continued, Lucius started to sing a lullaby, his voice a gentle caress in the quiet room. The lyrics, a mix of sweet promises and reassurances, wrapped around Layla like a tender embrace. "Close your eyes, my love, let go of the day, In the arms of the night, worries fade away. Stars above are watching, they'll keep you safe and sound, Dreams are waiting, a world to be found."

This devil is doing his things. "Laila.. Sleep." "Sleep a dreamless night...!" His voice is now makes me sleepy. Like a lullaby... I am getting drowsier whenever he said a word. "Sleep Laila... Sleep my baby, I will be your dreamcatcher to repel any bad dreams.. " I got sleepy, but before I fall into my dreamless night as he promised, I mutter..."But you are my bad dream!" Which made him chuckle and kiss my lips softly.

but anyway she wished him "sweet dreams.its been a long ride. sweet dreams honey." so Adulf Cain laird awake in bed, with the wall clock ticking. he wasn't asleep, just thoughtful, and then came the rasp of his own breath and again it felt humid. he hadn't been in this room for a long time but he felt as though he had always been here. he counted briefly while closing his eyes the ticking of the clock--but just about every tick. impatiently, Adulf Cain got up. the moon was blue to the lamp on the night table and on his night stand.

Well I can't make him miss his mom more, if it's a lullaby he wants then I shall song him one. I sigh. I don't have a good voice cause I don't usually sing, but since he wants to sing him a lullaby then I shall. I sit next to him and caresses his cheek, sometimes running my fingers through his hair as I sing. 🎶 Swing low, Sweet chariot... Coming for to carry Me home.... Swing low, Sweet chariot.... Coming for to carry Me home......🎶 I continue singing until I hear soft snores, then I know he's fallen asleep.

“Tomorrow, you will be alone again, and the next day – hoping for a better change.” Amandla’s breath miffed on the ground as she pushed herself to stand up. She breathed faster, then a bead of sweat showed on the sides of her forehead and neck. To calm herself down, she has to keep in mind some words that her deceased father trained her to do: Butterflies Sunflower Grass Stones She lay her back on a small table leg to gaze for a minute at the point where she fell and hit the ground. A small rock got stuck on the floor because of the tiny holes.