Naughty Bedtime Stories Novels & Stories

Yuna almost burst out laughing. … When it was time for bed, Yuna lulled the two kids to sleep. Laying in Yuna's arms, Nathaniel soon fell asleep. But Nathaniel was still awake. He said, "Mommy, you can stop now. Bedtime stories are for Nat. I don't need to hear them." Yuna closed the book and touched his forehead. "Are you not able to sleep?" "Yeah. Mommy, did you have a fight with him again?" Yuna froze.

"What story would you like to hear today?" Garret seemed to ponder for a moment before answering, "About Pinocchio?" Lyyana nodded and smiled. Lyyana then began to read a bedtime story from the book of 1001 bedtime stories. Lyyana was very good at reading stories; she played with her voice and tone, making Garret look so enthusiastic listening to the story she brought. Occasionally, Lyyana's storytelling was interrupted by Garret's questions. Without Lyyana realizing it, a man was recording Lyyana's activities and sending it to their superior.

“I don’t want to hear any juice especially not about the one-night stand between you and Caleb.” She raised her hand in defeat. “Okay, whatever. But next time I get that dick, I am definitely telling you all the details. I had a really long day at work, and I am going to bed. You guys, clean up after you are done, and don’t have too much fun. I do not want to be a grandmother soon.” She laughed out loud with Sabrina and she left us in her room. “I love your mom!” “Of course you do! She is literally your twin!”

“Tie yourself.” My hands shook as I reached for the rope. My fingers felt weak, clumsy, but I tied my wrists together. He checked the knots, tightening them roughly before pulling out handcuffs and locking me to the edge of the bed. I couldn’t stop staring at him through the black mask, my chest rose and fell quickly. “Naughty girl,” he murmured. “Pleasuring yourself.”

"Don't mind him Mum. You should also go to bed." "Me? Nah. It's too early. I slept for nineteen years remember?" "Come on. That's guilt tripping me." Sue whines and Holly laughs. "Fine. I will, but on one condition. You'll let me tell you a bedside story." She smiles, her smile holding a hint of sadness. Sue understands and nods, intertwining her hand with Ford's. "You'll read US bedtime stories. Come on." Soon enough, Ford and Sue are under the covers while Holly is holding an a old children book. "I hope you can read horror because I'm about to scare the pants off this little children." Holly sniggers and starts reading.

“Mommy.” I looked at him instantly. “Yes baby?” “Can you read me a bedtime story please?” he asked sleepily. “Sure baby,” I quickly sat by him. “I’ll read it offhand. Is that okay?” He nodded. I went on to tell him a few stories I could remember from my childhood and by the time I was done, he was already fast asleep. I leapt to my feet and snuck out of the room. When I got to Malcolm and my room, he was not there.

I picked him off the floor and walked us to the bedroom. "Can't I stay up for five more minutes?" Adrian asked, his beautiful jade eyes shimmering in the glow of his Power Ranger night light. "No, baby, you have school tomorrow," I told him, getting into the bed beside him. "How about a bedtime story?" "Yes!" he squealed excitedly. I chuckled and brought out my phone. After a few pages of the children's book I'd saved on my Kindle, Adrian was fast asleep. Plugging my phone in, I settled beside him, stroking his dark hair away from his chubby face.

Then, in a low, even voice, she began telling stories. She told five. Thomas didn't seem remotely sleepy. In the past, by the third story, Theo would already have been asleep. But she knew better than to compare Thomas to him. Thomas's insomnia ran deep; his body and mind refused to rest easily. Patient as ever, Sharon kept going. She had prepared around thirty bedtime stories that night. If none of them worked, she would simply try another approach tomorrow. But the truth was—she hadn't slept much the night before, keeping vigil over him. Now, lulled by her own soft cadence and the drowsy pull of her words, she began to nod off mid-sentence.

“Your lifestyle is so boring. How does a story entertain anybody? Horror, thrillers, silly romance, history—blah, blah, blah. It’s a waste of time.” “You mean you’ve never read a storybook?” she asked, amused. “If books weren’t necessary for studying, I’d never open one.” “You’re unbelievable. Your response alone is enough to make me fall asleep. I’m leaving,” she said, yawning as she stood. “Wait,” he grabbed her hand, making her look back at him. “Will you sleep in my room if I tell you a bedtime story?” he asked. Kailani’s heart skipped a beat as she furrowed her brows.