Mystery Bedtime Stories For Adults の小説・ストーリー

Fuck, she makes me feel everything. "It is indeed a good morning," I say wrapping more of her wild hair around her ear so I can see her face better. "Sorry, I fell asleep," she says. I'm not sorry. I didn't want to get into her Dad's allegations last night and even though she wasn't happy about it she asked me to read her the book she had grabbed off my book shelf. One of my favorites. It's a mystery novel about two mates who find each other while they are both trying to catch the same serial killer that's on the loose.

We don’t talk about amounts in front of her. But she knows, in her small way, that our family doesn’t just live off stories; we pay some of them forward. Eventually, bedtime wins. Dante takes her upstairs, narrating some ridiculous story about a dino‑submarine and a princess with a guitar. I close my laptop, rinse the bowl, and wipe a smear of cheese off the marble. Mundane motions. Miraculous, if I think about the girl I used to be. I lean against the counter and stare out the window at the dark curve of the garden.

The air in the library was thick with the scent of old books and the faint hum of fluorescent lights. Sadile Marconi, her fiery red hair cascading over her shoulders like a river of flames, sat at a secluded table, her green eyes darting between the pages of her textbook and the clock on the wall. The numbers seemed to mock her, ticking away the minutes until her next class, a class she was dangerously close to failing.

"Tonight's topic: Describe exactly how you came this morning. How you moaned. Where your hand was. What you said. And how many fingers you shoved inside yourself while crying my name." He stepped back. "You have one hour." Then he left. ⸻ 11:54 PM -- Her Room Ashley stared at the blank page on her Notes app. She was sweating. Plugged. Legs open. The wand lay on the nightstand, untouched -- now forbidden. She began to type. ⸻ Nightly Report -- Day 1 Sir, I woke up thinking about what you'd written. I kept hearing it over and over in my head -- "clean the lube off your dildo," "try harder," "I'm watching."

She took a big breath and stared at the ceiling. Shaking her head. She climbed out while turning off the shower. Wrapping the towel around her. Making her way, out of the bathroom. Putting on more comfortable and loose clothes she sat on the bed. Taking out one of her favorite books, ‘The Cabinet of Curiosities (Prendergast, #3) Lincoln Child, Douglas Preston. She was currently on page fifty. It was just past eight. Tiredness stared to overtake her. Leaning back into her pillows she started to doze off. Her eyes started to close, and she fell asleep with her book in her hand.

“But…let’s put her to bed first, okay?” “Sounds good to me,” Jackson says, giving me a squeeze. Then together we lean forward to Goldie, telling her the story of the Mystery Hunk that we make up as we go, doing our best to make it make sense alongside the pictures and failing pretty astoundingly. But Marigold doesn’t care, laughing softly at us before her eyes slip shut and her cheek rests softly against the pillow, falling quickly asleep, her little hand flat on the open pages of the tabloid.

he said and she felt butterflies all over her stomach. They locked lips for the tenth time and things got intense as he observed her body. He touched her in different vital spots and soon, they found themselves with clothes beneath the duvet as the two strangers made love to each other. Selene woke up the next morning, very exhausted but still had that feeling of refreshment inside of her as she placed a hand on her hair to caress it. She definitely had a beautiful night and a very magical sleep. She didn't think she had ever had such a soothing sleep her whole life or maybe she did but just couldn't remember. She looked at the white ceiling above her head and her eyebrows creased. It was th

"Lies." I KNOW IT'S A LIE, OKAY?!!! CAN YOU LEAVE ME SOME FACE PLEASE? THANK YOU. Midnight walked to the bed and sat on it, taking the laptop on his lap to see what his cute Ry was trying to do this time. However, as the blinding titles of the books on the screen burned his eyes, Midnight froze, not knowing how to react. What is this? What happened to the fantasy books she used to read? Is this a new hobby?

When he broke the kiss to allow me to breath again, I looked at him suspiciously “Did you just trick me here with a fake bed time story to make out?” He smirked as he said huskily “Oh there is a bed time story, are you familiar with red riding hood?” “Yes” “The wolf tricks the girl into coming closer pretending to be someone else..” he takes a closer step towards me, even though we were already close. I found myself taking a step back as his eyes become predatory and he continues speaking with a lustful tone while taking several steps forwards and me retreating backwards “and when she does, she discovers a wolf who wants to eat her”

The mere sight of the bedroom made me more sick and for a moment, I contemplated crashing on the bed the first time I saw it. Well, it seemed I had ended up there, asleep for over 7 hours. I sighed and went back to the bed. It wasn’t comfy but at least I could use it tonight before I figure out how to get out of this darn body. “Would you mind turning off the lights?” I told Alex who was now towering above me. He didn’t turn off the lights. Instead, he came to bed and sat beside me. “There’s a mysterious legend about the Kaden house.”