Romantic Bedtime Stories Novels & Stories

PEONY CRIMSON’S POV In a room illuminated solely by a small bedside lamp, I sat in a chair facing a big bed on which my three daughters lay soundly asleep. “And thus, the prince and princess lived happily ever after,” I ended, concluding their bedtime storytelling session. Closing the book, I tucked in all the girls and kissed each of their foreheads. I smiled thinly at their innocent faces, whispering, “Sleep well, Rose, Jasmine, Violet. You are my treasures, and I will always protect you at any cost.”

She asked in a frightened voice. “How about this instead? I am a little scared of sleeping by myself too right now. How about sleeping right over here on your rocking chair and I will keep you safe. Is that a deal baby girl?” “Okay. Can you read me a story, like Daddy Roman used to do?” She asked, and I walked over to her little white bookshelf stacked with princess books and pulled out the story of Mulan. I hadn’t even made it three pages in before the soft purrs of the little girl had me lulled off to sleep.

"I want to stay with you now. I miss you so much." "I know, sweetheart. How about Mommy tells you a really fun story? You get some sleep, and when you wake up, I promise I'll stay a few extra hours with you. How does that sound?" "You promise?" "Pinky swear!" I cross my fingers and kiss them. "Okay." I help him get comfortable in bed and sit in a chair to start telling him the story. "I want the story of The Girl with the Red Hood." "Oh wow, that's not exactly a bedtime story, Alex!" I grumble. "How about something more…"

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

“Men with masks came back, they came for me.” Leonardo’s arms tightened around her. His jaw went hard, but his voice stayed gentle. “No one is coming for you. I promise.” Denise sniffled. “Read me bedtime stories. Please. Stories make the bad dreams go away.” I slipped off the bed, went to her bookshelf, picked three of her favorites. I came back, climbed in on her other side so she lay between us. Leonardo kept one arm around her, I opened the first book. We took turns reading.

“But don’t get mad if we make it fall instead.” Josh pouted for a moment, then nodded as if deciding that was a fair risk. Soon the room was filled with their laughter again, echoing softly off the walls and wrapping the space in warmth. Althea watched them with quiet contentment. Moments like this always reminded her how lucky she was—to have them, to have peace, to have this home. By the time night fell, the sky outside had deepened into velvet, scattered with a thousand glittering stars. After tucking Josh into bed, Althea read him his favorite bedtime story—The Frog Prince and the Sleeping Princess.

"Oh no, no, no. Because, ladies and gentlemen, that was not her only legendary moment. Let us now recall. the banana peel incident." Sabrina leapt out of her seat. "NOPE! That's it! Storytime is officially over. Saben, bedtime." Saben pouted. "Aww, but—" "No buts, young man," Saben said scooping him up into his arms. "Mommy's dignity is at stake." Benedict still chuckling kissed her on the forehead. "I will put him to bed tonight." Saben beamed. "Yay! Daddy reads the best bedtime stories."

I wasn’t used to searching bedtime stories and didn’t really have an idea of what kids would like, so I chose the first story that came up on the internet, not really focusing on what it was about, but in the end, it did turn out to be an interesting story about friendship, as explained by two cute bunnies. "Did you enjoy the story?" I asked when I saw how drowsy Hayley looked. "I did…" Hayley said with sleepy eyes. I smiled, glad that reading her a bedtime story had been successful. I brushed her hair gently, making sure she was comfortable and warm. As her eyes started to droop, I turned off the light and whispered a goodnight prayer. "You'll sleep peacefully and with no fear. No monsters

I run my hand up and down his necked chest and pull him closer so that he can give me my goodnight kiss. The kiss which is supposed to short and simple turns into a long passionate kiss filled with desire and love. I wish I could kiss all his pain away. He pulls back from the kiss and looks me in the eyes. "Sleep," he commands and I nod. God knows how late it is. I hope I can make back home in time tomorrow. Anyway, that shouldn't bother me right now. I rest my head in his chest and cuddle up in his embrace. I shouldn't have asked him to tell me the story tonight because all I dream of when I close my eyes is Werewolves fighting Vampires.

“I want to know….” He pecked my lips, smiling warmly. “There was a time when prophecies were told in tales. Are you willing to listen to a boring bedtime story?” I giggled, snuggling closer to his warmth, not needing a duvet to keep the cold away. “I’d like that.”