Precious Little Sleep Audiobook Novels & Stories

I asked, pushing curls back from her forehead. Her smile came in a rush. "Yes! The one about the fearless girl and the dragon!" I sat beside her, pulling out the tattered book, its covers worn from years of nighttime stories. Reading, her small hands curled into the cuff of my sleeve, her breathing deepening, her eyelashes twitching against her cheeks. She was asleep in no time, her face peaceful, her chest rising and falling in a gentle rhythm. With a gentle sigh, I slipped out of her room and got my phone, its chill a jolt to the warmth still in my heart.

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.

The twins are already sleeping, and this little genius needs to sleep too. - I don't want to sleep, I'm big. - Even grown-ups take a nap. Look at Lucifron. Lucifron had fallen asleep on a book. Alexander giggle. Kevin and Mark take the children to their room, leaving Ryan and the couple alone. Ryan takes the book his son gave him. How did that book end up among children's books? Even the paper cover was from a children's book. Ryan reads the back cover of the book, “The Little Mermaid”, then the cover reads: “Catastrophic Prophecies”.

Chapter Twenty-Nine — A Plan to Run Elara’s POV Silence became my most useful instrument. When the house slept and the moon poured like cold water across the floorboards, I moved. I learned the hours of creak and quiet, the gap between the cook’s closing footsteps and the guard’s last round, the cadence of voices that meant doors would be opened and slammed again. I learned where sound traveled and where it died in the stone, where my breaths could hide among the rafters and where they would shout like trumpets.

I whispered with a loving smile, "which story would you like tonight?" Mathew's face lit up with excitement, his tiny hands reaching for his favorite book. "The one about the brave little wolf, Mumma!" I chuckled as I opened the book, a captivating story about a young wolf's grand adventure. Mathew listened with rapt attention, his eager eyes fixed on the pages as I spun the tale of bravery and exploration. By the time I reached the part where the little wolf found solace under the silvery glow of the moon, my son was already fast asleep.

Dora clapped excitedly as he reached for the story book from the shelf closest to her bed and sat beside her, opening it to the very first page. “Are you ready to hear about the adventure of Peter Pan?” “Yes, daddy,” Ryan smiled at her, kissing her hand before he began reading to her hearing and understanding. Soon, his soft and calm voice had lured the child into a peaceful sleep with soft snores escaping from her pouty lips. An affectionate smile spread across Ryan's lips when he noticed she was fast asleep. Gently and soundlessly, he got off the bed, returned the book and left the room, jamming the door softly.

"Okay, so as per Aurora's insistence, we're reading Madeline," "Everyone ready?" He inquired, looking at all four kids to see if they were comfortable before he flipped open the book. "In an old house in Paris, that was covered in vines, lived twelve little girls in two straight lines..." He read as the children – and the dogs – listened intently. No soon had been a quarter way through the book, did the children fall asleep and had him drowsy. His words grew slurred and his eyes heavy before they dropped to a close.

Liora brushed a strand of damp hair away, sighing quietly. “Who are you, little one?” she whispered. “And why were you with him?” The only reply was the soft breathing of a child lost in sleep. Liora stood up slowly, her body aching from tension. She glanced at the clock — past midnight. She should rest. But she couldn’t. A small sound came from the bedroom — a sleepy groan, then the soft shuffle of little feet. Liora froze. “Mama?” The voice was tiny, half-dreaming, half-awake.

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.

--Having real friends around is one of the best feelings one can ever feel.-- Snow's POV. "Whuut?" I mumbled in a sleep filled voice as I slowly pushed myself unto my elbows. Emma bounced on the bed twice, the side where I was currently lying in dipped a little to my irritation but I shoved it to the back of my mind as I pushed up into a sitting position.