Novel & Cerita Precious Little Sleep Audiobook

I really struggle to get out the words and that wasn't my plan for this story. So for now (and until who knows when), Pretty Little Fears will be on an indefinite hold. I apologize once again and thank you for following this story up to this point. I can't thank y'all enough! CJ 💚

Celeste I woke to the sound of Killian’s voice, low and steady, drifting in from the hallway. He was reading aloud. Not a contract. Not a financial report. He was reading Goodnight Moon to my belly. “…and a little toy house, and a young mouse, and a comb and a brush and a bowl full of mush…” The words cracked on mush. He cleared his throat and kept going. I lay still, afraid to move, afraid to break the spell.

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.

She started playing a song by Celine Dion “My precious one, my tiny one, lay down your pretty head…my dearest one, my sleepy one, it’s time to go to bed…” Her voice was softer and very sweet. Everyone else laid down and listened. Romero laid down on the floor near the piano. “…My precious one, my darling one, don’t let your lashes weep…my cherished one, my weary one, it’s time to go to sleep…Just bow your head and give your cares to me….Just close your eyes and fall into the sweetest dream…cause in my loving arms…you’re safe as you will ever be…so hush my dear and sleep….and in your dreams, you’ll ride on angels’ wings…dance with the stars and touch the face of God…and if you should awake…I’

I wasn’t a fan of young adult books but three chapters into the audio, I could relate with the female lead. We arrived home when Nikolaus woke up for a dipper change. I handled that while Azrael helped with putting everything to order. I took the liberty and fed the baby, sitting on the rocking chair, swinging back and forth while a music box gift from Ash played. “Is he sleeping?” Azrael asked. He looked dishevelled, shirt unbuttoned and long hair a little damp. While I touched my hair, I’ve been maintaining short ever since I cut it. I nodded and Azrael came closer, looking at the seven days old baby and carried the tiny being off my hand and placed in the crib. He put on the baby monitor

They glowed soft, warm, turning the cold granite countertops into something almost romantic, casting tiny flecks of amber across every surface like scattered stars. The house was finally quiet. Lila had been asleep for a little over an hour—she’d fought bedtime with the full dramatic flair of a seven-year-old, delivering a tearful monologue about needing “just one more chapter” of her fantasy book, complete with hand gestures and tragic sighs. We’d caved for fifteen extra minutes before Dante carried her upstairs, kissed her forehead, and turned out her lamp. The dogs were curled in their beds in the living room, soft snores mixing with the low hum of the fridge.

The boy practically had to leave home at such a young age, study his butt off in a foreign country, and the least soothing gesture his family could offer him with an open heart is to allow him to sleep for a full three days straight. After closing the door shut behind him, he makes his way towards the living room, plops himself comfortably on a couch, and allows his long lost friend, sleep, to engulf his exhausted body. Now, this is where the real vacation begins. Later that afternoon. "Where is it," Lisa murmurs. " No...no." The grip on your pen gradually tightens and you whip your attention to the girl lying flat on your bed with a magazine in her hold. Her whines and mumbles are faint, ye

The cries grew softer. Then softer. Fair. Then disappeared entirely. Reasonable honestly. The baby simply listened. God. Listening to her sister. Fair. The room physically stopped. Reasonable. Because surely that couldn't be happening. God. Yet it was. Fair. The baby blinked sleepily. Reasonable. Then gradually relaxed. God. Tiny fingers unclenching. Tiny breathing slowing. Fair. And within minutes— asleep. Reasonable honestly. Completely asleep. God. Silence filled the nursery.

With a smile, she walked to the bed and sat on the edge. “Yeah, here I am. Anne, what story would you like to listen to?” “I want to listen to Cinderella story.” “Sure. Once a girl named Cinderella lived with her stepmother and two stepsisters...” The little girl nestled in her arms, listening to Priscilla quietly. Soon, she fell asleep. Looking at the little girl’s peaceful and soundly sleeping face, Priscilla felt her heart soften. She gently pulled out her arm and put Anne down. The little girl talked in her sleep.

I heard Justin shuffle attempting to rearrange himself repeatedly before silence engulfed the room once more. I was in his room. His bed. Eric would not be impressed… The sooner Damion left the better. Justin rearranged himself on the couch again. A couch isn't the best thing to sleep on. Irritation pricked my skin as I sat up, “I should go back.” “Not at this time of night.” Justin voice was muffled by the pillow. “Fine, get in bed Justin. Or I’ll never hear the end of how I messed up your beauty sleep.”