Romantic Bedtime Story Novels & Stories

She was about to leave when I asked, "Please stay here...?" "What?" She asked turning towards me. "The bed is big enough for all of us. I like you I want you to stay so please?" She smiled, "sure thing sweetie and would you like to hear a bed time story?" I gave her a small smile and nodded. By this time Stella was already asleep, I knew she was very tired. I was in the middle Stella on my left and Miss Maria on my right. I snuggled into her as she told me the story of Cinderella it lulled me into sleep. I think that was the first I slept peacefully in a long time.

Darking laid me down on a plush bed, tucking me in with care. "Sleep well, my dear Amira," he whispered, brushing a strand of hair from my face. "You've brought joy and laughter to this whimsical world." I let out a contented sigh, feeling safe and cherished in Mr. Darking's presence. With a grateful smile, I drifted off into a peaceful slumber, wrapped in the warmth of our magical adventure. ________________________________ In the moonlit chamber, a soft breeze stirred the curtains, causing them to dance gracefully in the pale glow. Amira, a young woman of ethereal beauty, lay in peaceful slumber upon the silken sheets, her chest rising and falling with each tranquil breath.

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 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 “

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.

"Adonis, do you want me to take you back to bed?" "No." "Why not?" I said. "You know you need sleep if you want to grow up big and strong." "I don't want another nightmare," he pouted. "Alright. How about this? What if Mommy comes with you and helps you fall asleep? I could even read you a story." Adonis's whole face lit up at the mention of a story, and I couldn't help but smile. "I'd like that," he said. "Give me a moment to clear..."

he commented as he took a step forward. Shoving every single thought that was crossing my mind to the farthest place, and swallowing any comment that I could have made about his appearance, I cleared my thoughts. "That's because that's exactly what is going to happen. I'm going to read you a bedtime story,” I said confidently. However, I realized how absurd that sounded as soon as I said it. Can you believe it? The Night Reaper, in his pajamas, having a bedtime story being read to him. The universe would have had to gamble some of the ozone layer just for those words to even be placed in that order.

This is the witching hour. I hear the sheets move at the stir of a body. The bed creaks, feet pad close. The curtains pull aside, open to the dark and the warmth of the room. Of him—bed and sleep heated. I know that smell well; so many nights I’ve lain beside his sleeping figure and inhaled the air he exudes in sleep. Heat and sweat and sweetness, redolent of the weight of dreams. He slips in beside me, letting the dark into my little light hidey-hole. The rain has stopped. The moonlight shines on him and silvers his naked body, rendering his brown flesh pale.

She had seen all kinds of handsome men, but why would her heart beat so fast when Anthony was around? “Mommy, I’m sleepy. Can you read me a bedtime story?” Chris asked softly. Charmine quickly snapped out of it and composed herself. “Of course. Close your eyes and I’ll read you one.” With that said, she carried Chris in her arms, walked him to the bedroom, and laid in bed with him. Chris closed his eyes as told, his tiny body curled in her arms as his head rested on her wrist. Gently as she could, Charmine then began, “Once upon a time, there was a big grey wolf…”