Romantic Love Cute Bedtime Stories Novels & Stories

"If you leave for work again, who's going to cuddle me when I have bad dreams?" My heart melted. I loved this tiny manipulative but loving daughter too much. My heart ached with it. She knew exactly what to say to make me want to cancel everything and stay home forever. "But baby it's just three days and Rosa can tuck you to bed," I said. "You love Rosa bedtime stories too right." "Yes, but I love yours more," she pouted. "Rosa gives very good bedtime stories." "Yours are better." "Mylana."

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."

Especially Benjamin, he loved her a little more every day. "Alright, Hannah, it's time for us to rest." Amanda smiled and stood up holding her daughter. This little girl seemed to be getting fatter every day, her arms ached from carrying her. Benjamin followed, standing up, "Wife, I'll take Hannah to sleep and tell her a bedtime story while I'm at it. You rest here." Amanda handed her daughter to him, "Okay, it's easier for you to coax Hannah to sleep." Hannah smiled sweetly, "Mommy, when Daddy tells stories, his expressions become more and more expressive. Daddy tells the story of the Little White Rabbit the most vividly. Daddy's voice is so nice to listen to. I'm purely lulled to sleep by

A small nightlight shaped like a rocket ship glowed in the corner. "Mummy, can you read me a story?" Bernard asked, his big eyes looking up at her hopefully. She smiled and brushed his hair back. "Of course, sweetheart. Which one?" "The one about the brave knight!" Mrs. Harrington reached for the book on the nightstand and began reading. Her voice was soft and soothing, painting pictures of castles and dragons in the boy's imagination. Within minutes, Bernard's eyelids grew heavy, and soon he was fast asleep. She kissed his forehead gently, turned off the main light, and stepped out of the room, closing the door quietly behind her.

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

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.

A warm feeling spread over my chest, even though I knew I wasn't Merida, I continued stroking her beautiful golden hair. " I just came to say goodnight to you, I promise to come to check on you tomorrow, sweet dreams Camilla" As I turned around, Camilla grabbed my hand. " Please stay... I'm not feeling sleepy.I don't like sleeping" My heart ached at the pain in her voice and I helped her to the bed. " Why don't I tell you a bedtime story" " Really! Do you know many stories" I nodded affirmatively. " I know a loooot of bedtime stories, why don't I tell you the story of a young courageous princess "

I whispered with a loving smile, “Which story would you like tonight?” Mike’s face lit up with excitement, his tiny hands reaching for his favorite book. “The one about the brave little wolf, Mumma!” I chuckled as I opened the book, a captivating story about a young wolf’s rand adventure. Mike listened with rapt attention, his eager eyes fixed on the pages as I spun the tale of bravery and exploration. By the time I reached the part where the little wolf found solace under the silvery glow of the moon, my son was already fast asleep.

The small pout made Richard chuckle as he ruffled the youngest pup’s hair and held his hand to get his teeth brushed. Nine was their curfew, and the three pups were tucked into their cots by Richard, who decided to tell them a story from long ago before they slept. It was only during bedtime that all three pups became docile. They loved hearing stories about the ancient wolves that Richard told compared to the glorious battles Ambrose liked to tell. The stories about meeting someone’s fated mate and falling in love with a human Luna often brought smiles to the pup’s face. The idea of having a mother weighed heavily on their minds, even if they didn’t express it outwardly.