Naughty Bedtime Stories Novels & Stories

Casey pouted and Annabella chuckled "Are you trying to bribe me?" She sat down on the bed,their heads on her laps "Please another story,then we will sleep" Alex said "Fine,why not??" "Yeee!" Casey and Alex screamed "So the title of our new bedtime story is Jack and the beanstalk" Annabella said "Wow,I've never heard about that" Casey said "Me too" Alex said "Then listen as I narrate to you"Annabella said and they both smiled,then she started

After Amelia left the nursery, Andrew turned off the lights in the room, leaving only a dim night light. He placed Asher in the small bed and picked up a bedtime storybook. "What story does Asher want to hear? 'The Adventures in the Candy House'?" Andrew asked. Asher shook his little head, sitting up from the small bed. His tiny hands wandered through the bookshelf on the bedside table, finally pulling out a book, "Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves," handing it to Andrew. "Tell this one." Andrew opened the children's storybook and started reading.

For this reason, I decided to move all then into strange short stories, that is already a storybook of different themes. The w******l policy does not allow me to remove or delete those books, so they will remain there but as a "paused" book. You can find only the introduction of those books on w******l and no else more. But there you can find some covers I made for those stories and that I can not upload here. The stories of a single chapter will continue to be published, of course. Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories.

The boys were too tired to put up their usual bedtime resistance, allowing themselves to be tucked into their beds with minimal fuss. "Story?" Ethan requested, his eyes already half-closed. "Short one," I promised, settling into the chair between their beds while Thomas leaned against the doorframe. I chose a familiar story about brave little mice going on adventures, my voice soft and soothing in the dim light of their room. By the time I reached the end, both boys were fast asleep, their breathing deep and even. Thomas and I tiptoed out of their room, leaving the door slightly ajar as always.

Is he now going to read a love story about a witch and a Merman? If someone had told two years ago that he would be doing this and reading such stories, he would never have believed. Here he was. “Daddy don’t like the story?” “It’s not like that, princess. Come on. It’s bedtime.” He raised her from the floor and carried her to the middle of the bed where she smiled at both her parents. “Daddy is going to read and Mommy? Mommy what will you do?” “Stop being naughty. What am I expected to do? Listen of course.”

Short terrifying stories that leave you insomnolent . . . definitely a must read to while away time and get sleepless with fear, hahaha. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy! While you're at it, you can check out my other profile @KinahFeels.

His lips are still tilted in that wicked little smile. That night, Jabari and Amara refuse to close their eyes on the furs unless my voice tells them a bedtime tale. Even though I have spent five winters putting Zuberi and Tavon to sleep in our villa, I only know the basic old story about the three little forest pigs who built dens to hide from the big rogue wolf. The second I start whispering the words, I see the totally bored, blank stares on both of their little faces. They are way too smart for baby stories.

“Couldn’t even wait until tomorrow? One finger in the car wasn’t enough for a greedy slut like you?” I yanked my hand away and tried to smooth my nightie down, mortified. “Uncle Richard… Aunt Margaret—” “Is fast asleep,” he cut me off smoothly. “She’s a deep sleeper. She won’t wake up.” He stood at the edge of the bed, towering over me. “I can give you more pleasure tonight, Cassie. So much more. But only if you agree to do *anything* I want.” I should have said no. I should have told him to leave. Instead, my body betrayed me. I nodded, shy and trembling, my voice barely there.

Noah. "Well Cinderella lives happily with the prince I think" I concluded, tucking Casey in her bed. After bathing her, and having dinner I finally decided to take her to bed. It was already past her bedtime and I had somewhere to be right now. I wanted to let Casey sleep first before sneaking out. "You are horrible at bedtime stories''. She chuckled slightly, turning to face me. Damn! This girl looked a lot like me. The same green eyes, birthmark and dark hair, which I ruffled as she laughed more, snuggling against me.

"I've got her now. Thank you for staying late again." After the nanny gathered her things and left, I carried Rancy upstairs to her bedroom, decorated in soft pastel colors with twinkling fairy lights creating a dreamy atmosphere. "Story, Mama?" Rancy asked hopefully as I tucked her into bed. "Just a quick one tonight, baby," I conceded, grabbing her favorite book from the nightstand. Halfway through the second page, her eyelids began to droop, and by the fifth, she was sound asleep, one tiny fist clutching her stuffed elephant. I carefully slipped away from the bed, planting one final kiss on her forehead before tiptoeing out.