Naughty Bedtime Stories Novels & Stories

Then I told them it was Time to go to bed. They reluctantly agreed but then Nathan said, can daddy read us bedtime stories tonight. Yes, I want daddy too, Natalie seconded. We all looked at Nate and he answered them. I would love to read you guys some bedtime stories. They both held his hands and took him to their room. We followed, too; they slept not long after. I asked if he was hungry, and he said he was. I told him to freshen up. I had a cloth laid on the bed for him to change to.

I whispered with a loving smile, “Which story would you like tonight?” Mike’s face lit up with excitement, his tiny hands reaching for his favorite book. “The one about the brave little wolf, Mumma!” I chuckled as I opened the book, a captivating story about a young wolf’s rand adventure. Mike listened with rapt attention, his eager eyes fixed on the pages as I spun the tale of bravery and exploration. By the time I reached the part where the little wolf found solace under the silvery glow of the moon, my son was already fast asleep.

He tried to soften his usual cold and deep voice, so he slowed down again, “One day, a little mermaid...” “Daddy, don’t you know how to tell stories?” The little girl flattened her lips as she muttered, aggrieved, “Nellie’s Daddy is so powerful, but he can’t tell stories...” Joshua fell silent as he sucked in a deep breath. “Let’s not listen to stories. Just go to sleep, okay?” “Not okay…” Tears started to roll down the Little Princess’s cheeks. “If I don’t listen to a story, I’ll get nightmares…”

he whispered, his voice barely louder than a breath, "can you read me a bedtime story, please?" A tender smile graced my lips as I reached for the book he kept besides him.I settled down on the edge of his bed, and the words flowed from my lips as I read about adventurous journeys and brave heroes. Noah's eyelids grew heavier, his breaths steadier, and I knew he was drifting off to sleep. Closing the book gently, I leaned down to give him a gentle kiss on the forehead. His muttered softly, "Thank you, Princess Nanny." I gave a wide smile and I rose from my seat, dimming the overhead light and leaving his bedside lamp aglow.

"Can we put Aiden to bed?" Evan requested from Lily and Lucas. "Does he still listen to bedtime stories?" Shantelle asked. "Does he want a glass of milk and a cookie before going to bed?" "Oh, I love bedtime stories!" Aiden responded with enthusiasm. Lily nearly coughed out blood at his son's answer because Aiden graduated relatively early from bedtime stories. At six, he was already learning basic coding for kids. Bedtime stories bore him, but he wanted to hear one from Lucas' mother.

"Alea, baby, it's late, Mommy will come tomorrow, but now Alea will sleep first." Alea refused to listen and continued to cry for Audrey. Nicky was confused and at a loss. "What if Uncle reads a story? Alea loves fairy tales, right?" Nicky quickly took a storybook from Alea's bag. Audrey had brought it to him earlier. She knew Alea's bedtime habit. "Here you go." Nicky showed her a storybook. Alea's attention was distracted, and the child looked at the book Nicky was holding. Although her sobs were still audible, they were not as loud as before.

“I don't want you to panic, all right?” I nodded. “Mummy? Can I have one more brownie?” Nathan asked. “It's late Nathan, It's past your bedtime, and you can't have a brownie,” I said to him and then turned to Henry. “Please help him with brushing his teeth and tuck him in. His bedtime stories are on his desk.” “Sure.” Henry nodded. “Nathan, mummy has to go now.” He didn't wave this time, he was sulky. Leo

“What are doing out of bed? It's past bed time.” The boy meekly lowered his gaze. “You didn't tell me a bedtime story today mom..” A smile immediately formed on the woman's lips and she slightly ruffled his hair. “Okay let's go to your room, I'll tell you your favourite night tales.” The boy nodded but suddenly creased his brows. “Where's Nadia Mom?” The smile on the woman's face suddenly faded and she faced her son. “Do you want a bedtime story or not?” Meanwhile..

He seemed just woken up. I stood up and lifted him. I slowly rocked him, put his head between my neck. "Not yet, Baby. Go to sleep again." "I can't, Mommy. I miss Daddy's bedtime stories." He murmured. "I'll just tell you a story." I sighed. "What bedtime story do you want?" "It's about the King and Queen. The King left his Queen in the war so the enemy got the Queen." What the hell. "Baby, why-" I stopped speaking when the door opened. He was surprised to see us. Reid dropped from my grasp and ran towards Wright.

“We’ll stay until you fall asleep.” Liam lies back down, his little hand reaching out to grab mine. I sit on his other side, smoothing the blanket over him. “Daddy, tell me a story,” he mumbles, his voice already heavy with sleep. Jason chuckles softly, leaning down. “Once upon a time, there was a brave little wolf who loved his Mommy and Daddy very much but was scared to sleep alone in his bed...” By the time Jason finishes the short tale, Liam is breathing evenly, lost in dreams. Jason glances at me, his voice barely above a whisper. “He’s out.”