Romantic Bedtime Stories Novels & Stories

Ronald said in a tired voice which earned a chuckle from Raina. As usual, They were tucking the girls to bed and Ronald was reading their bedtime story to them. He sat on the edge of the bed while Raina was in the middle of the girls' bed, her head against the headboard. Adrie and Alexa cuddled Raina with their tiny arms wrapped protectively around her five-month-old bump. Ronald was frustrated because they refused to fall asleep after reading three bedtime stories to them. "We want to spend more time with Jayden." Alexa pouted as she cuddled Raina's bump the more.

Now where we are alone we are speaking Danish. “Can you tell me a story?” Her eyes are half-closed, but there’s a spark of hope in them, a desire to drift off to a world filled with adventure. “Absolutely,” I say, pushing open her bedroom door and gently laying her back on the bed, tucking the covers snugly around her. I reach for the Teddy, tucking it in beside her. “What kind of story do you want? A fairy tale? An adventure? Or maybe a superhero story?”

“Can you tell the story again?” Of course, she should have expected that Ramsey wouldn’t be satisfied with only hearing the story just once, but that’s all he’ll be getting from her tonight. “Little darling,” she yawned. “Mommy is tired. Mommy needs to go to bed just like you. It’s way past bedtime.” “Awww,” Ramsey sulked as he dropped down, finding Mr. Winslow again. “I promise, I’ll tell the story twice tomorrow if I tuck you in early.”

The pale crescent moon shone like a silvery claw in the night sky. Taking a deep breath, Romam sauntered out of his room. He made his way to the kids room. The door was ajar so he could see Rose telling the twins a bed time story. A smile crawled up to Roma's lips as he saw his twins laugh at the imitation Rose was making while telling the story.

And I will fly so high away from all the abuse. "Wow, it's so beautiful! You'll read more for me insha'Allah. This will be my bedtime story in our case, bedtime poem." He mumbled gently, pressing her more into his chest. They said their prayers and fell into abyss of dreamless slumber.

After tucking her in and covering her with the comforter, Iliana spoke. "I want a bed-time story mother." "Your father will read one to you. Adam, please read our little dart a bed-time story." Brenda said as both Iliana and Brenda made puppy faces at Adam. "You know I can't refuse you both when you make such faces." Adam said as Brenda and Iliana started laughing. "Okay, okay, be quiet and let this father tell you both an amazing bed time story." "Yes father." "Once upon a time, in a faraway kingdom, there lived a beautiful princess."

I would be damned if I only instructed them and left. For a million years, my order would only accumulate dirt, as Ethan and Ezra would bury themselves in their video games and Emily would baby Penny. “Mum, tell us a bedtime story.” Ezra pleaded. Defeated, I began my tale of the legendary Wolf's King and his Luna. It happened to be their favourite story, and they never grew weary of it. In less than ten minutes, they were all fast asleep, like wasted adults. I tucked them into bed and watched them sleep for a while before turning off the light.

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

The night was cold, and I feared they would catch a cold, but they began to cry out loud on the road. People began to stare, so I had gotten them the ice cream. When they got home, I prepared for them a nice warm shower, and dressed them, making them ready for bed. “I'm craving a bedtime story, Mommy.” Nadia said, as I tucked them in. “I'll tell you one tomorrow. I'm exhausted, okay? What do you think about two bedtime stories tomorrow?” I asked, as a bribe. “Oh yeah! I want Rapunzel and Sleeping Beauty.”