Novel & Cerita Precious Little Sleep Audiobook Extras

I replied instead. "Hmm. We're going to have to do something about that wandering mind of yours." "The books will help, thank you." He didn't say anything else and soon, he began sleeping, his snores were so soft and cute you'd never imagine them coming from someone who wore the fur of two bears. I thought the night was done with its surprises but apparently, I'd subscribed for the premium package because I soon felt the Alpha's hand wrap around my waist. Panic came first, followed by a deep sigh.

Aurora murmured to the ceramic rim. "Grace," Julian repeated. His voice was a low, rough rumble. He did not say anything else. He simply began to eat his dinner. The silence was settled and profoundly comfortable. An hour later, the house was wrapped in the deep quiet of the bedtime hour. Aurora walked up the wooden stairs. She entered Lily’s room. The small child was already tucked under her heavy winter quilt. She held a worn storybook in her small hands. Aurora sat on the edge of the mattress. She took the book and began to read. It was a familiar story they had finished a dozen times before.

Then he noticed the small note tucked by the side of the box. He unfolded it. “The reviews said these help people fall asleep easier. I don't know if they'll work for you... but I hope they do.” Artemis's brows drew together. He set the note aside without saying a word and reached for the next package. It was a little lighter than the first. He opened it to find a pair of premium noise-cancellation headphones. The note inside was simple. “I hope they help you sleep longer.” Artemis had rarely slept because of his insomnia and when he did manage to fall asleep, the slightest noise often woke him up. This was one of those items he didn’t know he needed.

Olivia The soft glow from the nightlight cast a gentle light across the room, painting gentle shadows on the walls. There they were, two tiny cribs beside our bed, each holding a life more precious than words could describe. I couldn't help but gaze at them endlessly, lost in the wonder of Elliot and Aurora. Beside me, Nathan seemed equally entranced, his strong hand intertwined with mine. “It’s surreal, isn’t it?” he whispered, his voice laced with disbelief.

Andrew opened the children's storybook and started reading. "A long time ago..." Andrew's voice was low, smooth, and magnetic, like a cello in the quiet night. Initially, Asher listened with wide curious eyes as his dad narrated the story, but as he listened, his eyelids began to grow heavy. By the time one book was finished, the baby had already fallen asleep. Sleeping babies were the cutest, with their round chubby faces, slightly pursed red lips, and long eyelashes covering their eyes. Their pure sleeping faces hinted faintly of their mothers.

She couldn't explain what had just happened, it had happened all too soon but it felt so good she couldn't deny it. He slowly let go of her hand rolling to the side of the bed and pulling her into his arms, "you should get some rest, you seem tired," he said patting her head slowly. June nodded feeling weak from the orgasm, a flash of memory suddenly hit her, she and Hardin had done this before but she couldn't remember where and if it was more intense than this. "I was -" "Shhhh," Hardin hushed her. "Sleep my love," Hardin said as June nodded closing her eyes, it didn't take long before sleep consumed her and Hardin watched her sleep as he held her in his arms.

I got her the three piggies story book and began to read it, making the voices, huffing and puffing making her hide behind Zorro sometimes and giggling other times. When the story ended, I told her it's bed time, kissed her cheek, turned the light down before me and Tristan left her room, you'd forget he's there with how little attention she gave him. We moved to my room to spend the rest of the night, we have hardly spent few minutes there before a little someone sneak in my room with her fox stuffy and slip into my lap. "Little bear didn't I say it's bed time?" I ask her, it's ten thirty now, her bedtime was thirty minutes ago.

Like I don't have a care in the world right now. *paper sound* What is that sound anyway? I sleepily open my eyes once more to see the book once more but this time there was a picture. Page 28? When did I even start reading this book? I should just get up, use my speed magic to read it finish and go back to sleep... Why am I even reading a book like this? I sleepily wondered, I then felt a gentle, tender pat on my head, the tender feeling of fingers going through my hair once again lulls me back to sleep.

The butler delivered a bounty of luxury vitamins and pet-specific goodies. There were jewel-encrusted food bowls and ultra-plush dog beds. I kept the three pups in my bedroom, where they were anything but ordinary. By day, they were cuddly little furballs, but by night, they transformed into adorable tots. I had to sneak them the finest steaks from the kitchen. Xylon munched on the meat and murmured in a childlike tone, "Mommy, that mean guy smells so yummy. I want to take a bite."

“For choosing me. For choosing us. For writing a story where we get to live.” Her eyes shone. “We wrote it together,” she said. “And this—” she tipped her chin toward the sleeping pup, “—is just the first chapter of the sequel.” I laughed, breathless. “Get some sleep, author,” I said. “You’ve earned it.” She sighed, eyes drifting closed again, hand tightening once around my arm before slackening. I lay awake a little longer. Listening to the night. To the soft squeaks and sighs from the bassinet. To Lilah’s breathing. To the distant, contented murmur of a pack at rest.