Naughty Bedtime Stories Novels & Stories

"Mama. Dada. Luna sleep?" "It's 7 PM, baby. Way past your bedtime." "Story first?" "Always story first." We followed her to her room—no longer a nursery, now a full toddler room with a big girl bed she'd recently transitioned to. "Which book tonight?" Alexander asked. "ALL books!" "We're not reading all the books. Pick three." "Five!" "Three." "Four!" "Deal. Four books." She selected them carefully. "Hungry Caterpillar. Wild Things. Good Night Moon. And... this one!"

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.”

I sat with my back on the headboard while Aiden and Abby lay on either side of me, with their heads leaning against me as I told them as much as I could remember from one of the bedtime stories Celine and I were usually forced to sit through back at the foster home. We always found it boring and would be among the first kids to do off before she even read two lines from the story, the other kids would fall closely behind, it was that dreadful. But tonight, the kids found my old, half-complete, gap-filled story fascinating enough to listen to as I tried to lull them to sleep.

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.