Precious Little Sleep Audiobook Novels & Stories

~Miss Pretty That night before she slept, he prayed solemnly to God. Her silly heart wished and prayed that Thyago will soon feel the same feelings she has towards him. That night, she slept dreaming of him, a very sweet dream with Thyago.

We have read it since Hikari was a baby and too little to care. Darius never gets to finish the book as the kids fall asleep before he’s done. Soon we are each carrying one of our kids to their bed. I got Ryū because, well, he’s the tiniest. They look so sweet as they sleep peacefully in their beds. I love them so much. “It’s almost like you can see the sugarplums floating above their heads.” Forrest sighed, wrapping an arm around me as I stood in the girls’ doorway, watching them sleep.

Chapter Twenty-Two The soft murmur of Aaron’s voice filled the living room, gentle and steady as he read aloud from Liam’s bedtime book. “…And the brave fox crossed the river, knowing his family was waiting for him on the other side.” Liam blinked sleepily, head nestled against Aaron’s shoulder, his tiny fingers clutching the corner of the book. Sofia stood at the edge of the room, arms crossed, heart hammering painfully in her chest. This wasn’t how tonight was supposed to go.

I look over to where Primus had been sitting not so long ago. What's this? Primus left something behind. A book? Was this the gift he meant to give me? It is a small thing, dainty. I cannot imagine someone as large as Primus ever reading this because how could he ever hold onto it without breaking it? It looks so precious, and fragile. Even as a child, I can't imagine he would have been small or careful enough to read it. Gently, as if lifting a rose from a vase, I pick up the blush pink volume, marveling at the delightful texture of its silk binding, the title embroidered in gold. While I might not know many words yet, I know enough that I can read the title of this book.

“Yes, young man. Wear this for tonight. We can always get you a new one of your size another time.” He pout, before wearing them afterwards. I couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight of him in my clothes, his little legs swimming in my pants. I settled into the bed beside him, pulling out his favorite storybook. As I read to him, his eyelids began to grow heavier and he snuggled closer, his tiny hand wrapped around my waist. I finished the last page, and by now, he was already deep into sleep, even though I know he can still hear me. I leaned down, pressing a soft kiss on his forehead. “Goodnight, baby,” I whispered.

"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.

The sudden darkness in the small bedroom felt heavy. I had packed four books for this trip. Four heavy, literary novels. I had a meticulous reading schedule mapped out in my notebook. I had even curated a playlist specifically designed for reading near water. Uncle David had a lot to answer for.. When sleep had refused to come to my eyes I carefully slid out from under the sheet. I heard a disturbing, weak sound in the mattress that made my heart stopped. I took a deep breath, then waited for the slow rhythmic breathing of baby max, across the hall to tell me that nothing had been disturbed.

Pushed it open. And I stopped walking. A nursery. Crib. White oak. New. No stickers, no scuffs. Rocking chair in the corner. Blackout curtains drawn. Changing table with diapers folded in perfect squares. Wipes. Lotion. A white noise machine. A bookshelf. One book. Goodnight Moon. “You… built this tonight?” My voice was barely there. “Four hours and twelve minutes,” he said. “My assistant doesn’t sleep either.” He didn’t say _I did this for you_.

"She's barely been in the family. It's not even up to a month yet. This isn't how things usually go. Why the sudden change? What are you planning old man? He said as he moved. Later in the night Sapphire had woken up to go to the bathroom but then she caught site of a piece of paper that had been slipped through the door. She picked it up and read it. "You will regret the day you stepped into this mansion" Sapphire felt slight chills. Was it from the same person? But how come it was an entirely different handwriting? She couldn't go back to sleep that night so she opted to reading at the desk till she finally fell asleep.

He plopped down beside me, his little legs sticking out at awkward angles, and for a while he chattered about everything, how he’d seen a rabbit this morning, how Leah had taught him a silly rhyme, how he thought butterflies should have teeth because “what if they need to chew?” I let him talk, nodding and laughing at all the right moments, memorizing the way his eyes lit up when he got excited. The sound of his voice, high and earnest, was better than any spell. But then, slowly, the words faded. His voice grew quieter, softer, until it stopped altogether. I glanced down. He’d fallen asleep, his little head lolling against my arm, his toy wolf tucked under his chin. The meadow was silent ex