Read After Your Bedtime Books Novels & Stories

I raised a brow, smiling as their eyes gaped at me. "Is daddy going to be here with us tomorrow?" "If he rounds up his meeting tonight, then yes, he will be with us through the day tomorrow. And I'm sure you would not want to miss all of that sleeping now would you?" "Nope," they said in unison, slipping lower beneath the covers. Feeling satisfied after convincing them to sleep, I took out one of the books from the library of books in the prince and princess-themed room and read them a story before kissing each of them goodnight.

I asked. “Yes,” she said. “But this time it’s 10% off.” Miranda added a baby bath shaped like a whale. Naomi added noise-canceling headphones—“For us, not her.” And then we got to the section of books. “Read to her every night,” Mom whispered as she handed me a copy of Goodnight Moon. “That’s how I made you fall asleep.” I swallowed hard and took it. Cassie, of course, handed me Baby’s First Sarcasm.

“Tuck me into bed, Daddy!” “No, you’ll brush your teeth first. Come on,” I say. “Okay, Mommy!” We followed him into his baby blue bedroom, and Gabriel would look after him while he brushed his teeth in front of the mirror. Then, he hops into his bed and picks up a book. “Read this to me, Mommy!” He picks Goldilocks and the Three Bears. I wait for Gabriel to tuck him under the sheets, and the two of us sit at Liam’s side. We start to read, taking turns reading every page until he falls asleep.

The cook set a plate in front of Blake. “Let me know if there is anything else I can get for you, sir.” Blake picked up a fork. “This looks great, Albert. Thank you.” “You're welcome, sir.” After dinner, Alma assisted Iris with her bath and then watched as the little girl brushed her teeth. When Iris was ready for bed, Blake came into the room to read her a bedtime story. They settled on the bed and he began to read ‘The Sleeping Beauty’. By the time he was done with the story, Iris's eyelids were drooping and her chin was resting on her chest. Blake tucked her into bed and kissed her goodnight. Moving toward the door, he stopped when she called out to him.

"Let me read you a bedtime story." Knowing he might feel lonely in a new place, I picked up the storybook he'd brought. "Which story would you like tonight?" "The Magic Academy." Ian scooted over to make room for me. I lay down beside him and began reading. Tired from playing, his eyes started drooping halfway through. I softened my voice, and soon heard steady breathing beside me. I closed the book and started to get up. Ian rolled over and hugged my arm. I froze, afraid of waking him.

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.

A small nightlight shaped like a rocket ship glowed in the corner. "Mummy, can you read me a story?" Bernard asked, his big eyes looking up at her hopefully. She smiled and brushed his hair back. "Of course, sweetheart. Which one?" "The one about the brave knight!" Mrs. Harrington reached for the book on the nightstand and began reading. Her voice was soft and soothing, painting pictures of castles and dragons in the boy's imagination. Within minutes, Bernard's eyelids grew heavy, and soon he was fast asleep. She kissed his forehead gently, turned off the main light, and stepped out of the room, closing the door quietly behind her.

"Our fault too." "And they live happily ever after! How's that story, huh? Did you like rats or the humans?" Yeri said as she nuzzles between her two little boys who's giggly laying peacefully on their bed. It was a quiet yet breezy night when her two sons asked her to read them a bedtime story like what she always does before they sleep. And there she is now, being nuzzled by her two little boys under their night ceiling.

He shifted, turned toward her and crawled forward, resting his head there just like he used to when he was smaller. She stroked his hair. They stayed like that for a long while. She almost thought he’d fallen asleep, until he asked, “Mommy… are you mad at me?” She paused. And then, she smiled. “No,” she whispered. “Of course not.” “Here, let me read your bedtime story.” Then she picked up the storybook from the nightstand. The same one he always chose. Something about a flying bear and a moon-shaped rocket. She opened it and began reading, her voice slow and soothing.

Ranger Station – Just Before Dawn Clara hadn’t slept. She sat at her desk surrounded by books — some borrowed from the Terrell Historical Society, others from the dusty back shelves of the town’s near-forgotten library, and one, far older, bound in worn deer hide. It was a gift. Left anonymously at her door six months ago. No note. No return address. Only a title burned into the cover in no language she could read. But tonight, when she flipped to its center, the same split tree symbol was there.