Naughty Bedtime Stories Novels & Stories

We got pyjamas out of the drawers, they had blue in them, I noticed that everything had some blue in it and I loved blue, it's a good colour. The room had some books and stories placed everywhere for us to find, I decided to pick one and go sit down in my bed, Nala decided to play with her phone, while Katie sat in bed, and she soon went into deep sleep, sucking on her thumb, around ten pm, the light went off and came back on, the internet stopped or that's what Nala said, and at ten on the dot, the light went off along with the internet, it was time to sleep.

"Mommy, can we read two stories tonight? Not just one?" I raised an eyebrow, fighting a smile. "Two stories? You're getting greedy, mister." "Please?" He deployed the full force of those brown eyes, the same ones I saw in the mirror every morning, now weaponized against me. "Okay, two stories," I conceded, already reaching for his current favorites. "But no more sneaky requests after that, deal?" "Deal!" He snuggled closer, small fingers tracing the illustrations as I read about dragons and knights, magical forests and brave adventurers. His commentary grew slower, sleepier, until finally, his breathing evened out against my shoulder.

“Come on, Charlotte. Time to get out.” “NO! More bath!” “You’ve been in there thirty minutes. You’re turning into a prune. Out.” “NOT A PRUNE! A MERMAID!” “Mermaids also get out of the bath eventually. It’s bedtime.” After wrestling Charlotte into pajamas a process that required negotiation, distraction, and eventual parental determination they settled her for bedtime stories. Charlotte had strong opinions about which books were acceptable, rejecting several before approving a rotation of her current favorites. “Again,” she demanded after Damien finished the third book.

Bienley murmured softly, his brow furrowed as he attempted to make sense of the hazy dreams that often haunted his slumber. "I'm so sorry, my prince, for the nightmares we've unwittingly implanted in your innocent mind," Bella whispered, consumed by a tidal wave of guilt and despair. "Your nightmare began when you were abducted. The rain, a cruel accomplice, erased his tracks. But Papa mobilized all his power and influence. After a harrowing search, you were finally rescued. But, the villain escaped, slipping away like a shadow into the night" Bella's voice grew steely, her eyes cold as ice, reflecting the depth of her loathing.

I was drained and desired a decent night's sleep. “Yeah. She said we needed to be good kids, and not disturb you any further, which was why we were obedient. Did we do well, mum?” River asked, grinning. “We were the best, right?” “Yeah. My best.” I patted his head, sitting next to him. “So, which bedtime story do you want? The princess and the pea? Or your favourite Toy Story?” They stayed silent for a long time, sharing glances before River murmured, “Just go to bed, Mum. You don't have to read any stories for us. We will sleep just fine without it.”

Nathaniel said. “Another one! Another one!” Sebastian requested. Alisa nodded with a smile. “You want another story, Ali?” Nathaniel asked his daughter. Alisa nodded. “I can’t hear you, baby.” Alisa swayed her body at first, then spoke. “Another one!” Nathaniel chuckled, pinching Alisa’s cheek lightly. “Good girl.” They hadn’t seen Serena yet, so they eagerly listened to another story. The last book Nathaniel read was 'Goodnight Moon.' It was the perfect story to get them ready for bed. As he read, he changed his tone and pointed to the items mentioned in the book. By the time he was done, the kids were satisfied.

I would be damned if I only instructed them and left. For a million years, my order would only accumulate dirt, as Ethan and Ezra would bury themselves in their video games and Emily would baby Penny. “Mum, tell us a bedtime story.” Ezra pleaded. Defeated, I began my tale of the legendary Wolf's King and his Luna. It happened to be their favourite story, and they never grew weary of it. In less than ten minutes, they were all fast asleep, like wasted adults. I tucked them into bed and watched them sleep for a while before turning off the light.

Just as he approached a room’s doorway, he heard Tina and Kara’s conversation drifting from inside the room. “Tonight’s bedtime story is called ‘Tadpoles Searching for Their Mommy.’ The warm spring is here… A bunch of little tadpoles want to look for their mommy… After overcoming all the obstacles, the little tadpoles finally found their froggy mommy. Together, they lived happily ever after…” Tina’s tone was gentle as she read the bedtime story out loud from the storybook to her daughter. Kara lay in her arms, her heavy eyelids already glued together. She struggled to say, “The little tadpoles are very pitiful… I won’t be separated from you, Mommy… Even if we do get separated, I’ll find you

I winked at Becky as she climbed off my lap to sit next to me. “Yes, Becky.” “Yes, what? What were you two talking about?” Naomi asked. “I asked Daddy if he would read me a bedtime story tonight.” “Oh! Daddy Rip–” “It’s just Daddy, Mommy,” Becky told her, making her eyes water with fresh tears. Naomi set the pizza down before ruffling Becky’s hair. “Daddy loves to read bedtime stories, but do you want to know what’s better than a book?” “Yes, yes! Tell me!” “The ones he makes up where you’re the main character,” Naomi laughed.

That I also used that spoon just moments ago? My face heated up, and I avoided his gaze. “I'm going to the bathroom.” I quickly tell him and then I run out of the room, so as to not make a fool of myself again.. ¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤ That night, before I left, Sophia and Franklin asked me to tell them a bedtime story. Even though I had experiences in putting Xavier and Clayton to sleep, I only knew of the story of the three little pigs and of course Cinderella but my boys weren't ever interested in that second one.