Night Time Story For Adults Novels & Stories

Diane was still out of the room and I wasn’t sure when she would be back. Once Enid was back in bed, I settled on a small stool by her side. I told her a bedtime story – a simple fairy tale about a brave wolf pup who found courage even when in trouble. My voice was barely a whisper, cracked at times, but each word seemed to soothe her. Her eyelids grew heavy, and after a few minutes, she was curled under the covers, eyes closed in peaceful sleep. I pressed a kiss to her forehead and stroked her hair. “Sleep well, baby. Mama loves you so much,” I whispered, turning off the light. The small room was plunged into darkness except for the pale slivers of moonlight drifting through the light curta

Just remember, if you don’t want things to go bump in the night, don’t tell anyone else about them. Even now the shadows in my room play havoc with my subconscious, so I turn the light on and sleep with one eye open. Also, when my computer starts to go on the fritz just as I write a particularly spooky part of a story, I chuck it up to chance and swallow a little harder before checking to make sure that I have only one shadow. It’s amazing that I still get so scared as an adult. You sure would have thought that for someone who makes a living scaring people, I would know better, right?

Meher's p.o.v "At the end, the mother became stronger and taught a good lesson to the devil who tormented her. Finally, the mother and her little son lead a peaceful life," I finished the story and looked at my son who is in deep sleep snuggling into my chest. It's night time and I was telling Mehrab a bedtime story. It has become his habit to hear stories from me. I looked at the clock and it's 9:30 p.m. Sehreyar hasn't returned from the office and I am not waiting for him either.

A beautiful story, full of mysticism and feelings not forgotten. My eyes began to close themselves, I looked at the clock, and it was already 12 in midnight. “I’ll polish it up tomorrow,” I said to myself out loud. I got up, went over to the bed, and fell into a deep sleep. The daylight woke me up. I let out a long yawn, I was still very tired, and I still had to put some finishing touches on the story, so I decided to take a shower.

******************************** the street was slightly dark and empty, the only noise that could be heard where that of crickets and frogs the cold night breeze blew past my skin and I shivered, I could feel the Goosebumps growing in on me it was about 8:00 in the night, for some unexplainable reasons, people here at Mexico slept really early the streetlights were all over the road unshed tears found their way through my cheeks, i was still in my nightwear and I didn't have enough time to actually pick up a sweater to cover up, I was freezing. maybe this is what I deserve maybe this is the universe way to punish me for my sins maybe I am not fit to be in this world Fresh tears fall free w

He remembered how much Nathan used to hate insects and he would cry whenever one flew by. When they slept in a tent for the night, Nathan would snuggle to him in fear and hold onto him tightly, as if hoping the ‘night monster’ would go away somehow. He admitted it was partially his fault for scaring the small child. Chris created the ‘night monster’ story for entertainment. He did not think Nathan would whimper in his sleep. As guilty conscience was eating him whole, he let the redhead child cuddle him close and slept through the night. That was their first time sleeping together in one bed and holding onto each other. It felt weird thinking about it, but it was pleasant.

There was no electricity in the cottage so she went down to the lake and scrubbed the clothes by hand, she was humming to herself, and as she rinsed out the last few clothes she sang quietly, I hear the ticking of the clock I'm lying here the room's pitch dark I wonder where you are tonight No answer on the telephone And the night goes by so very slow Oh I hope that it won't end though Alone’ Alexandre smiled at the words of the song and then joined her in singing the next verse, ‘You don't know how long I have wanted To touch your lips and hold you tight, oh You don't know how long I have waited And I was going to tell you tonight But the secret is still my own

“Night is first, which starts at ten. It’s primarily for adults, not because of the drinking, but because of the added danger of the forest. Plus, there are some shady folk who come to trade during Night. But there’s dragons, potions, and enchanted crystals, so you have to come! It’s a huge festival, so it’s impossible to host it at the center of town. Day is next, which starts at six in the morning. Still just as fun as Night, but a lot safer for the family crowds.” “Oh, I have to come?” I teased, tapping my chin. “Well, I suppose it does sound fun.” “And you have the added bonus of driving your mate insane.” She snickered, her eyes shimmering wickedly. “If you ask me, I’d be surprised if h

He touched my wet pussy lips lightly, spreading my juices. “So fucking wet,” he growled. “You love being spanked by your Uncle, don’t you?” “Yes…” I whimpered. “Please touch me more.” He slid one thick finger along my slit but didn’t push inside. He was teasing me on purpose. “Not tonight,” he said, pulling his hand away. “Bad girls don’t get to cum on the first night. You’ll sleep like this — wet, horny, and aching. Maybe tomorrow I’ll give you more.”

00 at night, I still have an hour to read this book. “I'm sorry, madam, it's only 09.00 at night, isn't bedtime every 10.00 at night? If I still have an hour and I can't sleep well, that's why I come here to just read a book to relieve boredom. Once again I'm sorry, if I have indeed violated a rule, please don't punish me with severe punishment."