Novel & Cerita Nikki Brooks Bedtime Story

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.

THiRD PERSON POV Rennie was halfway through Diane’s favorite bedtime story — The Adventures of Princess Helena — when the little girl shifted under the covers, her forehead creasing with thought. “Renzy?” “Hmm, what happened baby?” Rennie looked up from the page. “I forgot to ask the chef for a quick night snack. I’ll be right back.” Rennie’s brow furrowed. “Now? Sweetie, it’s almost bedtime. Want me to come with you?”

Emma’s POV “Where are you going?” Zane grumbled, sounding like a sulky little boy as I slid out of bed. “To the bathroom. Do you mind?” I teased with a laugh. I had spent the night tangled up with him, and we had gone at it for hours. We even pulled out the Kama Sutra for fun, testing out positions I never imagined my body could manage. Zane had suggested we work our way through every single one, and honestly, the idea sounded like an adventure I would not mind exploring.

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 said with a small laugh. The remaining nighttime was spent in bedtime routines and warm baths, in stories and toothbrushes. Mirabel insisted on one of Clinton’s old bedtime tales — something about a crocodile and a mango — and I fumbled my way through the story while they giggled under their covers. When they finally dozed off, I stayed a while longer in the hallway, just watching them sleep. Japheth curled toward the window. Jake, hugging his teddy. Mirabel, one leg dangling off the bed as if dreaming of her little bride walk.

"I'll be looking forward to our next meal. It's getting late, so get some rest. Goodnight." "Absolutely, goodnight." I ended the call, and when I turned around, I was met with Daisy's inquisitive eyes. "Mommy, what did Nathan tell you?" she asked. "Nathan helped mommy out a lot." With the job situation resolved, my mood lifted. I closed my laptop and opened the storybook on the bedside table. "Sweetheart, what story would you like to hear tonight? 'The Ugly Duckling,' or 'Daughter of the Sea'?"

Nikolai muttered, but he was smiling. Pajamas next. Pascal’s favorite set with tiny rocket ships zooming across blue fabric. Nikolai helped pull the shirt over his head, smoothing it down when Pascal’s arms got tangled. “Story time?” Pascal asked, already climbing into bed, eyes bright despite the late hour. “Story time,” Nikolai confirmed. He pulled the covers up to Pascal’s chin, then settled on the edge of the mattress, picking up the worn picture book from the nightstand—The Knight and the Lonely Dragon.

I said and went inside first. I missed another chance to tell him. Perhaps, tomorrow I’d be able to tell him. Lucas settled between us and again I saw how Logan’s face showed disappointment. Was he planning to sleep beside me? “Mommy, can you tell me a story? It helps me to sleep easily.” Lucas turned to cuddle with me. “I am not good with stories but I’ll tell you one tonight about a little girl who was the princess of her parents just like you but one day, she was left alone.” I said.

I nodded moving over to their bookshelf. "Not from there. Mommy already read them to us." Nicholai told me. "How about a story my mother used to tell me? It's a bit scary though." Big smiles made their way on their faces. "We love scary stories!" Ana told me excitedly as I took a seat on her bed, even though Nicholai was still tired he moved off his bed going to Ana's so he could be next to us. I picked him up and placed him beside her. "Thank you."

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.