Nikki Brooks Bedtime Story Novels & Stories

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 want to be brave but I can't, am too much of a coward “ Can we talk?” he asks, looking gently at me. I nod and he takes me to a bench on the lawn, we sit next to each other but our bodies are not touching in any way. Our gazes are focused on looking at the small beautiful pond in front of us, two ducks are sleeping, and their two different colors complement each other. Black and White, light and dark just like Nikolas and I. “ I owe you a story,” Nik starts and I look at him with wide eyes. What is he talking about? And what story does he owe me?

Nico asked, “Can she tell the kitchen not to make the milk too hot?” “Yes.” Livia held Pearl tighter. “Can she be in charge of bedtime stories?” Dante looked at me. “That depends on how long the story is,” I said. “Short,” Nico said at once. Matteo glanced at him. “Yesterday’s book had twenty-six pages.” That night, I moved into the room beside the children’s wing. After my shower, while I was still drying my hair, a white rabbit toy appeared through the crack of my door. Then came Livia’s small face.

"Serena, Mr. Prescott said you misunderstood." She bit her lip and held the book out to me. "This is the book he reads to me every day. If you're not comfortable with it, you can listen in too." I looked at her and didn't take it. Her voice dropped lower. "Mr. Prescott is really tired, you know. Could you stop pressuring him?" I smiled. "Ms. Hayes, do you know what I'm best at?" "I'm best at making people cough up everything they've swallowed, with interest."

As she settled in beside him, Theo snuggled close, his small body seeking the warmth and comfort of her presence. "Mama Hazel, will you tell me a bedtime story?" Theo asked, his eyes filled with anticipation. Hazel smiled, her heart swelling with love for the sweet boy who had captured her heart. She began to weave a tale of magical adventures and brave heroes, her voice soft and soothing in the quiet of the night. As the story unfolded, Theo's eyelids grew heavy, his breathing slowing into the steady rhythm of sleep. Hazel watched over him, her hand resting on his back, feeling the gentle rise and fall of his chest with each breath.

“Oopsies!” She chuckled and shook her head, before looking up at the clock. It was near Anna’s bedtime. Quickly, after dinner, she helped the young one prepare for nighttime. She did her routine to her for two years; showering off all the dust from the playground, brushing her teeth, combing her hair, changing her into her favorite pair of Doc Mcstuffins pajamas, and long sleeves. “Which bedtime story do you wanna hear tonight, my love?” Lying in their bed, Anna was safely tucked in her blanket and ready to doze off. All that’s left is to make her sleepy with her stories every night. This was the last part of the night routine with Anna, one that she’ll never get tired of doing.