Quick Bedtime Stories For Adults Novels & Stories

Though he could read on his own now, it was said that a child's childhood wasn't complete without bedtime stories. Lambert hesitated, his expression slightly embarrassed, "Um, I'm not very good at that..." "Huh? Is there something Dad doesn't know?" Wythe's expression briefly showed disappointment, "Well, forget it then. You've never told me one since I was little." Those words hit Lambert's heart, filling him with guilt. He stepped forward to lift Wythe into his arms, "Okay, maybe I'm not great at it, but I can try!" Ten minutes later, Wythe was wide awake, his eyes fixed on Lambert's mouth as he listened intently to his "story."

Even if you're just explaining how a door knob works, they'll love it because it’s you. I tighten my arms around him, pulling him so close there is no space left between us. It is hard to believe that last Christmas was our first one together, and now, we are just months away from the end of March. In less than one hundred days, those bedtime stories won't be sent through a phone anymore. They will be whispered directly to a tiny, breathing miracle cradled in our arms. Ashton sighs contentedly, closing his eyes as I gently stroke his hair.

She opened the storybook and started reading the story to them. 5 minutes later, Mr.Jeffery was long gone into slumberland. With his head on the table glued to the papers scattered everywhere on his desk, he was fast asleep. Aunt Leah on the other hand got bored with the kids' bedtime story that she fell asleep in no time as well. Darcie was the first to notice she was fast asleep, she then tap the rest gently to get out of bed and go look for the phone. They got down from the bed tiptoeing around.

“Oopsies!” She chuckled and shook her head, before looking up at the clock. It was near Anna’s bedtime. Quickly, after dinner, she helped the young one prepare for nighttime. She did her routine to her for two years; showering off all the dust from the playground, brushing her teeth, combing her hair, changing her into her favorite pair of Doc Mcstuffins pajamas, and long sleeves. “Which bedtime story do you wanna hear tonight, my love?” Lying in their bed, Anna was safely tucked in her blanket and ready to doze off. All that’s left is to make her sleepy with her stories every night. This was the last part of the night routine with Anna, one that she’ll never get tired of doing.

"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.

Nathaniel said. “Another one! Another one!” Sebastian requested. Alisa nodded with a smile. “You want another story, Ali?” Nathaniel asked his daughter. Alisa nodded. “I can’t hear you, baby.” Alisa swayed her body at first, then spoke. “Another one!” Nathaniel chuckled, pinching Alisa’s cheek lightly. “Good girl.” They hadn’t seen Serena yet, so they eagerly listened to another story. The last book Nathaniel read was 'Goodnight Moon.' It was the perfect story to get them ready for bed. As he read, he changed his tone and pointed to the items mentioned in the book. By the time he was done, the kids were satisfied.

“Seriously Ashley, I might get upset if you go through my messages.” “Dumb boy messages, just let go of me, I don't care anymore.” “Promise?” “Yeah.” She scoffed and he did, she didn't try taking the phone again and he lay beside her. “You should be sleeping, it's late already.” “I know and am exhausted, but I can't seem to fall asleep. Can you tell me a bedtime story?” “Bedtime stories are for kids, not twenty-one-year-olds.” “Just tell me one.” “Okay, I don't really know much so how about I tell you the story of a demon who has lived for over a thousand years.”

I whispered with a loving smile, “Which story would you like tonight?” Mike’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 rand adventure. Mike 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.

Him and his perverted mind. "Can we just watch a movie now?" "I have a better idea. How about I tell you stories from when I was a kid? I still have a couple of embarrassing moments to tell." he suggested. "I'm cool with that." I shrugged. I've always loved bedtime stories. When I was a kid bedtime stories are being read to me, as I've grown I am the one reading the stories myself. It has evolved from Three Little Pigs to Alice in Wonderland and to the magical world of Hogwarts.

I responded with a simple "OK." By the time the kids and I finished our baths, it was already nighttime. I decided to order takeout for dinner. I settled onto the edge of Zenith's bed, with both kids snuggling close. "Alright, here we go," I began, letting my voice carry the comforting rhythm of a bedtime story.