Precious Little Sleep Audiobook Extras Novels & Stories

"When our mom left. He couldn't sleep. The sound of a voice... it helps." I looked at this man—this powerful, intimidating billionaire—standing shirtless in a guest room at 2:00 AM, offering to read me a bedtime story to help me sleep. My heart cracked open a little wider. "Yes," I whispered. "Please." He dragged the armchair closer to the bed. He grabbed the book I had been struggling with—a dense sci-fi novel—and opened it to the bookmark. He started to read. His voice was deep, rhythmic, soothing. It wasn't the voice of the CEO. It was the voice of Noah.

Peaceful on the surface. But something feels off. I lie down slowly, pulling the covers over myself. My eyes grow heavy. Sleep comes. Softly. But not gently. Because deep into the night A sound breaks the silence. Soft. Careful. From inside my room. And I am no longer alone.

She changed into her pyjamas and crawled into bed with her younger sister. The lights were on, as always. Before this incident, she had issues with sleeping with the lights off. But tonight only worsened that fear. Cara preferred them off, but she must have understood her sister’s needs. On days when Cara slept over, they would spend minutes arguing before playing a game to decide if it would stay on or off. Cara didn’t speak as she dragged the thick comforter over both of their chests. Her younger sister connected her phone to the tiny Bluetooth speaker her mother gifted her last year, and the voices of characters from her favourite audiobook echoed in the room.

Esther hesitated momentarily and said softly, "I'll tell my son bedtime stories anyway. This doesn't count, so you can make another wish." After a long pause, Jacob said, "I'll tell you when I think of it." "Okay." Jacob did not eat much due to his health. After washing up and changing into his pajamas, Esther sat on a chair beside his bed. Only a reading lamp was left on in the room. Jacob handed Esther a new copy of "The Little Prince" and opened an old, dog-eared copy of "The Little Prince" for himself. Esther's gentle and soothing voice filled the room. Unknowingly, Jacob fell asleep, and the book in his hands fell to the floor.

Xavier said as I settled Loise in bed. “Okay,” I nodded, because I had something to ask him as well. I nodded and picked her bedtime stories. It was a Sleeping Beauty retelling. Xavier’s POV I never thought I’d attend a book reading, talk less of one for little children, yet here I was watching Nicole read bedtime stories about a sleeping knight and the princess who came to save him. “You do this to make her sleep at night?” I asked. “Yes, you should also try it since you have that thing… insomnia,” Loise said.

I can barely breathe, I’m so stunned—and touched. Arthur shrugs, but I can see the pride in his eyes. “I’ve been working on it for a few weeks. Had to sneak around a bit to get it done without you noticing.” Miles is now examining the bookshelf, pulling out what looks like an encyclopedia on dinosaurs. He gasps as he flips it open to a large spread on pterodactyls. “Look, Mommy! This book has pictures and everything!” I step further into the room, taking in all the thoughtful details. There’s a nightlight shaped like a crescent moon, a toy chest painted with stars, and even a small tent in the corner for reading or playing pretend. Everything is perfect. Everything is exactly what Miles love

Bedtime. Usually, this was Aurora's domain. It was her sacred hour, the time when the CEO vanished and the "Maman" took over. She would read Goodnight Moon or The Little Prince, her voice a soft, rhythmic lullaby that chased away the dragons. But tonight, Liam stood in the doorway. He was wearing a simple gray t-shirt and sweatpants, his feet bare on the plush carpet. He held a book in his hand. Not a picture book. A chapter book.

“How about a song instead?” Anya nodded eagerly. “Okay!” Penelope’s voice, soft and melodic, filled the room: “Hush, little star, shining so bright, Guide this sweet girl through the night. Dream of wonders, soft and deep, Close your eyes and fall asleep.” Before the song ended, Anya’s eyes had fluttered shut. Penelope smiled, brushing a stray curl from her forehead. “Goodnight, sweet pea,” she whispered. She kissed her forehead, tucked the blanket snugly around her, and switched off the lamp, leaving the room bathed in the soft glow of the ceiling stars.

And even when they hadn’t… I no longer let them land. I had too much peace in me now. There wasn’t room for shame anymore. Back at the house, I carried the books Darren had ordered for the nursery upstairs and placed them on the newly assembled shelf. They were all hardcovers with soft pastel covers and gold-stamped lettering: Goodnight Moon, The Velveteen Rabbit, Where the Wild Things Are, Dream Big, Little One, I Am Enough. I traced the spine of each book with my fingertip, whispering the titles softly.

She smiled dreamily, her eyelids growing heavy. “Will you read to me?” she asked, her voice thick with exhaustion. “Of course.” I reached for the nearest book, but before I could open it, Audrey turned to Ryker. “Please, Daddy? You do the voices better than Mummy.” His deep chuckle rumbled through the room. He took the book from my hands, settling beside her. The familiar warmth of his voice filled the space, and before long, Audrey’s breathing evened out, soft and peaceful. She was asleep.