Novel & Cerita Quick Bedtime Stories For Adults

be says. "Plane crash?" I ask. "I don't remember much and trying to remember is giving me a headache right now," he says and holds his head. "Okay! Don't do. You don't have to remember the worst memories in your life. They are meant to be wiped off," I say as I press his head and try to calm him down. "What do want me to do? Should I sing a lullaby to you? Or maybe a bedtime stories?" I ask. "I am not a child, love. I don't think you should read a children bedtime stories for me. Yes, if its an adult story or some other songs then, I am obviously going to listen to it," he says and gets back to his bed position on his pillows.

“Would you tell me a story? My friend Dustin says his mom and dad tell him stories every night, but no one will tell me a story.” My heart melted hearing his request, and I smiled. “Of course, Liam. And you are in luck. I know so many stories.” I picked him up in my arms. “Really?” he said excitedly, burying his head in my neck, making me sigh in content. “Yay.” I tucked him into his bed. I began weaving a tale about a courageous knight who embarked on an epic adventure to save a kingdom from a fearsome dragon. Liam’s eyelids grew heavy as he listened to the tale, and soon he was fast asleep.

It is a few minutes past 7:30 pm and we are preparing to go to bed. We sleep pretty early because we wake up so early too. I and Laura have been at home since she got back from school. We had a nice daddy-and-daughter time and I enjoyed every bit of it. As usual. Since we both lost her mom, I have worked extra hard to distract myself from all the pain of losing my beautiful wife. So I am grateful for and excited about every opportunity I get to spend time with my daughter. I give her a hot shower, get her dressed in her pyjamas and lay my little princess to sleep. Just as I’m about to step out of her room, I hear her cute tiny little voice say “Daida please can you read me a bedtime story a

“We’ll stay until you fall asleep.” Liam lies back down, his little hand reaching out to grab mine. I sit on his other side, smoothing the blanket over him. “Daddy, tell me a story,” he mumbles, his voice already heavy with sleep. Jason chuckles softly, leaning down. “Once upon a time, there was a brave little wolf who loved his Mommy and Daddy very much but was scared to sleep alone in his bed...” By the time Jason finishes the short tale, Liam is breathing evenly, lost in dreams. Jason glances at me, his voice barely above a whisper. “He’s out.”

I said assuringly. “No. I don't wanna stay alone." She begged, dragging my wrist. Realizing that there was no other way I could leave the room, I came up with an idea. ‘I’m going to tell her a story until she falls asleep!’ "Okay, Marissa, you know what? I have enough stories to tell you, tonight! Do you wanna hear it?” “Yes!" She answered enthusiastically. "Then, climb into bed ASAP!” I said eagerly as both of us crawled into bed, throwing the covers over us.

Diane was still out of the room and I wasn’t sure when she would be back. Once Enid was back in bed, I settled on a small stool by her side. I told her a bedtime story – a simple fairy tale about a brave wolf pup who found courage even when in trouble. My voice was barely a whisper, cracked at times, but each word seemed to soothe her. Her eyelids grew heavy, and after a few minutes, she was curled under the covers, eyes closed in peaceful sleep. I pressed a kiss to her forehead and stroked her hair. “Sleep well, baby. Mama loves you so much,” I whispered, turning off the light. The small room was plunged into darkness except for the pale slivers of moonlight drifting through the light curta

I said, and they both shook their heads. "No, Mommy, we want to finish the story,” Ingrid spoke for them as Atlas and Nathan nodded. I kneeled to level with them. “But it is already late, if you watch TV now, then you will not have time for bedtime stories,” I said. “It is fine, Mommy, we can just brush our teeth, finish the story, and go to bed, you don't need to read for us,” Nathan said this time. “I could do that, but you know it is not good to go to bed immediately after watching TV, or do you want to lose your sight?” I sweetly smiled, and he shook his head. I turned to Ingrid and Atlas, who also shook their heads.

I stepped back into the twins' room, feeling defeated, but I couldn't let them see the sadness on my face anymore. Their tears had stopped. I couldn't give them another reason to cry. "Who wants to hear a bedtime story?!" I clapped my hands, feigning the giddiness in my voice. They chorused, equally as loud. "Me!" They curled up in bed with me, and I began telling them a tale my mother always told me before bed when I was a child. It was about dragons, the magical creatures who could breathe fire.

"I'm trying to be." "That's what you always say. You can be both." "You can. And we are. Both of us. All of us." He hugged me tight. "I love you, Mommy." "I love you too, sweetheart. So much." Asher needed three stories and his stuffed dinosaur army before he'd sleep. Grace needed her nightlight, her blanket, and me singing "Twinkle Twinkle" four times. Normal rituals. In an abnormal situation. By the time all four were asleep, I was exhausted.

As she settled in beside him, Theo snuggled close, his small body seeking the warmth and comfort of her presence. "Mama Hazel, will you tell me a bedtime story?" Theo asked, his eyes filled with anticipation. Hazel smiled, her heart swelling with love for the sweet boy who had captured her heart. She began to weave a tale of magical adventures and brave heroes, her voice soft and soothing in the quiet of the night. As the story unfolded, Theo's eyelids grew heavy, his breathing slowing into the steady rhythm of sleep. Hazel watched over him, her hand resting on his back, feeling the gentle rise and fall of his chest with each breath.