Novel & Cerita Naughty Bedtime Stories

"And we had to spend it with uncle Marco and all he wanted to do was watch boring news all day!" "Urgh! News! So disgusting!" Andrew gagged and stuck out his tongue. I laughed softly, glad that their days had gone normal. I had this irrational fear that Cian would find them and hurt them badly. "Which story should I read?" "Cinderella!" They both chorused. "Alright." I got up and went over to the shelf of bedtime stories they had. I selected Cinderella. "You're ignoring me?" The voice of my wolf filled my head, sharp and judging.

"I want to stay with you now. I miss you so much." "I know, sweetheart. How about Mommy tells you a really fun story? You get some sleep, and when you wake up, I promise I'll stay a few extra hours with you. How does that sound?" "You promise?" "Pinky swear!" I cross my fingers and kiss them. "Okay." I help him get comfortable in bed and sit in a chair to start telling him the story. "I want the story of The Girl with the Red Hood." "Oh wow, that's not exactly a bedtime story, Alex!" I grumble. "How about something more…"

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Lucas joined them on the bed, "Looks like our teddy bear is in for some excitement." They continued weaving imaginative tales, laughter filling the room, until Kai finally drifted off to sleep with dreams of daring teddy bear escapades. Eve softly kissed his forehead and whispered, "Goodnight, my little adventurer." Lucas smiled, "Sweet dreams, buddy." As they tiptoed out of the room, Lucas looked at Eve, "Our bedtime stories are getting more elaborate." Eve chuckled, "Blame it on your son. He's got a vivid imagination." And with that, they left the room, leaving behind the peaceful slumber of their little mommy's boy, surrounded by dreams sparked by their whimsical bedtime tales.

Marie knew of her tiny little girl, Aleta, who used to hop around on one foot to see if she could keep her balance, and stuck her naughty fingers into Marie’s jam, and would ask for a bedtime story even when it was nowhere near bedtime. “It doesn’t have to be a bedtime story, dear,” Marie would say, and her eyes would twinkle. Smiling Marie. Happy Marie. “A story told at any other time is simply a story.” Aleta, who had dark eyes like her mother, and dark hair like her mother, and it refused to be tamed and combed, also like her mother’s, would say, “But bedtime stories are the best. Won’t you please tell me one, Mama?”

As Skylar squatted down in bed, laughing at their tiredness, Andrew and Anna also sat up, resting on their pillows. She said, "Bedtime story, bedtime story. You love to listen to bedtime stories. Do you not?" For a moment, they both nodded their heads. I was standing by the doorstep, close to the point of unconsciousness. I was noticing Skylar guessing that I was still with them; I was quickly becoming lost in their gaze. It was a pleasure to have these adorable, intelligent kids around. I blushed as their lips moved gently, ready to question their mother, but Skylar asked them to remain quiet until she finished telling the bedtime story, sealing their lips with her fingers.

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.

"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."

"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!"

touch. At that time, the only remaining sensible part of me warned - Lucas didn't come across as someone who would follow a doctor's advice. This asshole was like a wild savage beast. He would do anything out of impulse, including taking my virginity or even worse, taking my life. I had to do something to distract him. Nothing distracts a horny male murderer more effectively than bedtime stories with supernatural creatures in them. The new wife in Arabian Nights did it. She told that asshole King a story every night lest he killed her the next morning.