Nikki Brooks Bedtime Story Novels & Stories

"Alea, baby, it's late, Mommy will come tomorrow, but now Alea will sleep first." Alea refused to listen and continued to cry for Audrey. Nicky was confused and at a loss. "What if Uncle reads a story? Alea loves fairy tales, right?" Nicky quickly took a storybook from Alea's bag. Audrey had brought it to him earlier. She knew Alea's bedtime habit. "Here you go." Nicky showed her a storybook. Alea's attention was distracted, and the child looked at the book Nicky was holding. Although her sobs were still audible, they were not as loud as before.

“I took out a plate and dished for myself. “Nicole be fast, you have school tomorrow so— “I have to prepare myself and go to bed early. She cut in quickly. “Early to bed, early to rise, I know Mommy.” Emily laughed out loud “Like mother, like daughter,” she teased. After dinner, Nicole yawned, “Mommy, will you read me bedtime stories tonight?” “Of course my princess, I will join you after I speak with Aunt Emily.” “Okay, mommy. Good night, Aunty Emily.” “Good night Nicole.” Once Nicole was out of sight, Emily gave me a concerned look.

I said, carrying him. The bedtime story took longer than expected. Knox wouldn’t go to sleep immediately, insisting that I keep reading. I almost snapped at him because every minute I spend not working on the design leaves me far behind. But the little dude doesn’t seem to care. He eventually fell asleep about an hour later. I hurried back to work, fighting the sleep that laced my eyes heavily. “Miss Briar? Ma’am, wake up.” I hear a voice call out from a distance. I furrowed my brows, squinting my eyes as I forced them open. It took me a few seconds to get the hang of my environment.

"Pfft. How much could home cooking possibly cost?" Late that night, I lay on the living room couch with a thin blanket over me. My room was locked, and the key had conveniently gone missing. The guest room was so crammed with Tyler's flipped sneaker boxes that I couldn't even step inside. Dad and Mom said, "The living room has good heating. Just make do for the night." At 2:00 am, I woke up thirsty. I got up and went to the kitchen for a glass of water. As I passed by the door of the master bedroom, I heard voices from inside.

And their last fight, when she’d told him to get out and she stared after him, alone in the messy apartment. They haven’t spoken in weeks. But she knew she’d be alright. Everything had fallen apart so quickly. So violently. Now the end had come. She drifted into a haunted half-sleep, the suitcase open beside her, the dress laid flat. She dreamt of rain, of cars passing without stopping. Of a father with furrowed brow. Of one older stepbrother. ————- A knock shook her awake. She blinked blearily, mind cobwebbed from exhaustion.

We fell asleep in a pile, them sneaking out before dawn. The next day, by the lake, the teasing was nonstop. In swimsuits, their bulges obvious as they eyed my bikini-clad body. During a boat ride with our parents, Ryan fingered me discreetly under a towel, his arm around me like a loving brother. Jake distracted everyone with stories while I bit my lip to stifle moans. That night, we snuck out to the woods. Against a tree, they took turns bending me over. Ryan first, hiking my dress, fucking me hard from behind. “Scream for me, Em. No one can hear.”

"Yes sweety. If you say all is well, then go to sleep now. Goodnight." "Goodnight too Provi. :-P " I sent him a flying kiss. "I caught that! "Huh?!" "I caught the kiss you sent. Haha. Goodnight!" I smiled at his childishness. I was about to close ny laptop then I heard a ding. A message went in but from an unknown user. I checked the message request. "You better get away from my rich uncle, Gold Digger." Obviously, I know who sent me such a message. I didn't reply it because if I did, he would be able to reconnect to my account. The sour loser. You'll have day of doom soon!

I'm quiet because I actually feel guilty about all of this, I feel like I would have been able to do something. “No, that's not it, mom. I'm not scared of the news, and I will not get any nightmares,” I say and mom smiles. “Goodnight honey!” mom says and I wave, “Goodnight mom,” I say. She flips my light switch off and darkness floods the entire room. I turn off my phone and now I'm in absolute darkness, the kind of darkness where I can't even tell whether I'm lying or standing. After a few seconds of counting sheep, I fade. into my subconscious, gradually.

She mumbles and I nod. “He will love it. But you need to sleep for now. I will read you a bedtime story.” I offer, retrieving a book. There is a happy look on Annika’s face as I flip through the book. I begin to read her the book and I'm not even halfway done when she falls asleep.

“Why don't you take Iris upstairs and help her with her bath? I need to talk to Alma, Albert, and Bruce alone.” “Alright.” Nicola set down her fork and pushed back her chair. “Come, munchkin, it’s bath time,” she told Iris as she stood. Blake helped his daughter get down from her chair and kissed her head. “Tonight, Daddy is going to let Nik read you a bedtime story and tuck you in. Alright?” The little girl nodded. “Perfect! I love you, sunshine.” “I love you, Daddy,” Iris repeated. Nicola took her small hand and together they headed upstairs.