Romantic Bed Time Stories Novels & Stories

he whispered, his voice barely louder than a breath, "can you read me a bedtime story, please?" A tender smile graced my lips as I reached for the book he kept besides him.I settled down on the edge of his bed, and the words flowed from my lips as I read about adventurous journeys and brave heroes. Noah's eyelids grew heavier, his breaths steadier, and I knew he was drifting off to sleep. Closing the book gently, I leaned down to give him a gentle kiss on the forehead. His muttered softly, "Thank you, Princess Nanny." I gave a wide smile and I rose from my seat, dimming the overhead light and leaving his bedside lamp aglow.

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.

"Mommy, can we read two stories tonight? Not just one?" I raised an eyebrow, fighting a smile. "Two stories? You're getting greedy, mister." "Please?" He deployed the full force of those brown eyes, the same ones I saw in the mirror every morning, now weaponized against me. "Okay, two stories," I conceded, already reaching for his current favorites. "But no more sneaky requests after that, deal?" "Deal!" He snuggled closer, small fingers tracing the illustrations as I read about dragons and knights, magical forests and brave adventurers. His commentary grew slower, sleepier, until finally, his breathing evened out against my shoulder.

He nodded his head and said gently as he touched my cheek softly “Okay, you can stay with her for as long as she needs you. But I’m going to miss you so much in my bed tonight, I don’t know if I can even sleep anymore without you in my arms” My heart melted at those words, and I felt almost sad to leave now. “I don’t know if I can sleep without you either” I admitted truthfully. “How about a bed time story before you go to Irena’s room? I’m sure Ian will stay with her until you arrive” he said suggestively. I furrowed my eyebrows “A bed time story? I never told one before” “There is one story you’ll have no problem telling” he said mysteriously as he held out his hand for me to take.

After we’d finished eating, I cleared the table and washed the dishes with a satisfying smile on my lips . Everything turned out well. I was still having a hard time believing it. Later, I went and read Roman a bed time story. He was addicted to me and couldn’t sleep without hearing my voice. “You finally came… “ he softly said as I sat beside him and ruffled his hair lovingly . “Yeah …. I couldn’t miss seeing my favorite person before I sleep.” I watched as his eyes finally closed, then I kissed his forehead before wishing him a silent goodnight. “Sweet dreams, sweetheart “

Just as he approached a room’s doorway, he heard Tina and Kara’s conversation drifting from inside the room. “Tonight’s bedtime story is called ‘Tadpoles Searching for Their Mommy.’ The warm spring is here… A bunch of little tadpoles want to look for their mommy… After overcoming all the obstacles, the little tadpoles finally found their froggy mommy. Together, they lived happily ever after…” Tina’s tone was gentle as she read the bedtime story out loud from the storybook to her daughter. Kara lay in her arms, her heavy eyelids already glued together. She struggled to say, “The little tadpoles are very pitiful… I won’t be separated from you, Mommy… Even if we do get separated, I’ll find you

His towel had fallen away somewhere in the hallway; I could feel the hot, thickening press of his cock against my bare thigh, already hardening again, but he made no move to hide it—only wrapped one strong arm around my waist to hold me close and the other around Lila as he reached for the well-worn storybook on her nightstand. “Of course, little wolf,” he said, voice dropping into that deep, magical bedtime timbre that always made my chest squeeze with love. “But only if you promise to dream about all the big, beautiful things you’re going to paint when you grow up. Just like Mommy. Castles made of sunrise colors, lakes that sparkle like diamonds, and maybe even a wolf king who wears a tiny

she blinked. Liam leaned down, kissing her tenderly on the forehead. "I'll tell you a story, and you'll fall asleep soon." Liam swiped the screen while his beautiful eyebrows knitted. "What kind of story would you like?" Gemma slowly closed her eyes. "I'll listen to whatever story you tell." "How about 'The Tortoise and the Hare' or 'Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs'?" "These are too childish," Gemma said with dissatisfaction, quietly opening her eyes.

Ellen’s POV “Hmmm. Yes, Cane, yes! Fuck me harder!!” Those were the words mom spewed out almost every night since she took a week's leave from work. We were just three in the apartment — and I’m the only child. “Oh, Cane,” another moan slipped into my ear. I can’t even sleep properly because these two decide to have sex every night, it’s not even helping me because my hormones feel like I’m the one beneath Cane, or right above him, riding him like my life depends on it.

I picked him off the floor and walked us to the bedroom. "Can't I stay up for five more minutes?" Adrian asked, his beautiful jade eyes shimmering in the glow of his Power Ranger night light. "No, baby, you have school tomorrow," I told him, getting into the bed beside him. "How about a bedtime story?" "Yes!" he squealed excitedly. I chuckled and brought out my phone. After a few pages of the children's book I'd saved on my Kindle, Adrian was fast asleep. Plugging my phone in, I settled beside him, stroking his dark hair away from his chubby face.