Romantic Bedtime Stories Novels & Stories

That I also used that spoon just moments ago? My face heated up, and I avoided his gaze. “I'm going to the bathroom.” I quickly tell him and then I run out of the room, so as to not make a fool of myself again.. ¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤ That night, before I left, Sophia and Franklin asked me to tell them a bedtime story. Even though I had experiences in putting Xavier and Clayton to sleep, I only knew of the story of the three little pigs and of course Cinderella but my boys weren't ever interested in that second one.

Once setting the firewood in place, making the dark room glowed through the orange flame and prepared enough heat to keep the small cabin warm all through the night, she sat by his only son, making herself and her rounded belly comfortable in the soft bed. "My son, it is time to go to sleep. Now, what stories do you wish me to tell you? I have many already prepared for you. Is it about a king? Or how vampires or the werewolves come to exist? Or a princess who falls into a deep slip after being prick by a cursed needle? Which one would you like to hear, my love?" The young boy looked like he was thinking rather hard and his eyebrow scrunched, figuring what stories would be good. After a few m

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.

I nodded and followed her to our little angels' room. Samantha tucked in Poppy, and I tucked in Violet. Poppy and Violet couldn't sleep without listening to bedtime stories, especially Poppy. I brought out the story we'd be reading tonight, "The Christmas Cookie," since Christmas was just a few weeks away. Samantha and I started reading the story, making it more real by adding sound effects with our mouths. Our little angels giggled, "awwn" ed, and pouted their lips until they fell asleep.

“The one about the wolf princess?” How could I refuse that face? I needed to speak with my father about his presumptuous comments to Debbie, but that conversation could wait until morning. “Alright, one quick story,” I relented, shifting to lie beside her on the narrow bed. She snuggled immediately against me, her small hand resting over my heart. I bent down, softly brushing her hair from her forehead. “Sweetheart, go to sleep now. Mommy will tell you a story. Once upon a time, there was a wolf princess who lived in a magical forest…”

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.

That stare gives me goosebumps and I can't help but blush, a smile touching my face. ÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷ "And they lived happily ever after..." I was reading Roy a bedtime story after I tucked him warmly in his cozy bed. He looks up at me sadly. "What if daddy is asleep like the sleeping beauty? And all he needs is a kiss from you and he will wake up from his sleep. Then he will come back to us and we will live happily ever after. You will save my daddy!" That is really sad.

the little girl responds. "You've heard that story almost every night, Sweetheart." Kimmy stays quiet. The little girl playfully rolls her eyes as if contemplating what other story she'd like to hear tonight. "Okay. In that case, I choose Rapunzel and Aurora," she says. Even though she has her own room, Kaivan still spends time with Kimmy every night. He reads stories to her or simply chats until the Snow Princess falls asleep. Like tonight, after reading two stories, the beautiful daughter finally dozes off. After finishing his duties, Kaivan dimly adjusts the lamp and kisses Kimmy's forehead before returning to the main bedroom. He approaches Anne, who is still busy removing her makeup.

The colors had spilled across the ceiling and walls, transforming my plain room into something magical. She'd sat on the edge of my bed and read to me. Her voice soft and steady, the lamp casting colored shadows across the pages of whatever book we were reading. Sometimes fairy tales. Sometimes stories about animals. Sometimes books she made up on the spot when I didn't like the ones we had. I'd fall asleep listening to her voice. The words would blur together, her tone dropping lower and softer until I couldn't tell where the story ended and dreams began. Those were good nights.

"May the night embrace you in its gentle embrace, knowing that you are cherished beyond words." In the room shared by Anna and Cheyenne, Mary and Christian took turns reading bedtime stories, their voices weaving a tapestry of enchantment and wonder that wrapped the twins in a cocoon of warmth and love. Anna and Cheyenne snuggled close to their parents, their young hearts filled with the soothing rhythm of their parents' voices and the promise of dreams yet to unfold. "Sweet dreams, my darling Anna and Cheyenne," Mary murmured, her soft gaze lingering on her daughters' peaceful faces. "May the stars above twinkle brightly in your dreams, guiding you to lands of joy and beauty."