Naughty Bedtime Stories Novels & Stories

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…”

I giggled and nodded, "Yes, I am." Noah's excitement was very obvious as he exclaimed, "That's great! Now we can play together and have so much fun!" “Yes we will,” I smiled gently at him. Later that evening, I tucked Noah in bed,under his blankets. His big, innocent eyes blinked up at me, "Princess Nanny" he whispered, his voice barely louder than a breath, "can you read me a bedtime story, please?"

"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..

Then, I lay beside him once he was fully settled and comfortable. “Mommy, tell me a bedtime story,” “Now?” “Yes. It will help me sleep faster. Also, nobody has told me bedtime stories since you left…” ‘since I left to prison…’ I wanted to say it out loud but I didn’t. The tears I’d been holding accidentally fell out of my eye, and I sniffed discreetly. “Of course.” I cleared my throat and began. “Story, story, story time. There was a far, far away land, and a King ruled a nation known as Anthill, filled with so many people who called themselves Anthillians.”

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.

"Yes, baby. Mommy has... a new job. I have to work late for a little while." Milo put his crayon down. "But you said you would finish your book soon. You said we could watch the movie about the robots." My heart broke. I walked over and kissed the top of his head. "I know, Milo. I promise, on the weekend, we will watch robots, aliens, and dinosaurs. Okay? But right now, Mommy needs to work to buy more kibble for Tom and Jerry." Milo looked at the cats, then back at me. He nodded slowly. "Okay. Tom eats a lot."