Novel & Cerita Romantic Love Cute Bedtime Stories

She could do everything without any of Eugene’s guidance. “I’m done, Daddy. Can you read me a bedtime story before I sleep?” She already knew that her mother would be back late tonight, so she did not ask about her whereabouts. “Sure. Which story would you like to hear?” Eugene carried her over to the bed and kept touching her forehead to test her temperature. It was still normal at the moment. “Anything is fine.” “How about ‘Little Red Riding Hood’?” “That sounds great!” Rue lay down on the bed beside him quietly and rested her head on his chest, listening to him as he read the story.

But she really wanted Jim to love her like before. She thought of seducing him with something that did not seem too obvious because she felt like he wouldn’t co-operate if she made it obvious. She decided one day to send her kids off to her mother's house for the weekend and keep the house for her and Jim. Jim was still in his office on Saturday afternoon, and she waited patiently for him. She placed candles all over the house, creating a romantic setting. She also brought fresh roses and petals from the local florist and decorated her bedroom with them.

At this point, I could not stand being married to him anymore. Ava got up and cupped my hand in her tiny palms. “Mommy, I’ll take you to bed to get some sleep. The teachers at kindergarten always tell me that you should get some sleep if you're tired!" I felt much better when I noted how loving Ava was. With that, we went to bed. I covered us with a blanket and laid side by side. I read bedtime stories to her—something I would never run out of to tell her. At some point in the night, the rhythm of her breathing became faint and steady.

"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.

“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.

He shifted, turned toward her and crawled forward, resting his head there just like he used to when he was smaller. She stroked his hair. They stayed like that for a long while. She almost thought he’d fallen asleep, until he asked, “Mommy… are you mad at me?” She paused. And then, she smiled. “No,” she whispered. “Of course not.” “Here, let me read your bedtime story.” Then she picked up the storybook from the nightstand. The same one he always chose. Something about a flying bear and a moon-shaped rocket. She opened it and began reading, her voice slow and soothing.

She cuddled into him again waiting for him to narrate. Kayden couldn't help but smile at her innocent request, his heart swelling with affection as he caressed her back with gentle strokes. Despite the exhaustion weighing heavily on his shoulders, there was a sense of joy in knowing that he could bring comfort and solace to his beloved wife, even in the simplest of ways. "Hmm... a story of Handsome and the female beast," he replied, his voice soft and soothing as he began to weave a tale to lull her to sleep.

He seemed just woken up. I stood up and lifted him. I slowly rocked him, put his head between my neck. "Not yet, Baby. Go to sleep again." "I can't, Mommy. I miss Daddy's bedtime stories." He murmured. "I'll just tell you a story." I sighed. "What bedtime story do you want?" "It's about the King and Queen. The King left his Queen in the war so the enemy got the Queen." What the hell. "Baby, why-" I stopped speaking when the door opened. He was surprised to see us. Reid dropped from my grasp and ran towards Wright.

"Time for you to get some sleep." "Can you tell me a story?" she asked, her voice already thick with approaching dreams. I smiled down at her, feeling that powerful surge of love that never ceased to overwhelm me. "What story would you like to hear tonight?" "The one about the princess who saved herself," she mumbled sleepily. My heart squeezed. It was a story I'd made up for her—a tale about a female wolf who didn't need rescuing, who found her own strength when everyone else had abandoned her.

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.