Romantic Love Cute Bedtime Stories นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I got her the three piggies story book and began to read it, making the voices, huffing and puffing making her hide behind Zorro sometimes and giggling other times. When the story ended, I told her it's bed time, kissed her cheek, turned the light down before me and Tristan left her room, you'd forget he's there with how little attention she gave him. We moved to my room to spend the rest of the night, we have hardly spent few minutes there before a little someone sneak in my room with her fox stuffy and slip into my lap. "Little bear didn't I say it's bed time?" I ask her, it's ten thirty now, her bedtime was thirty minutes ago.

Emily's heart quickened as she realized she was in the presence of a revered elder, a keeper of ancient knowledge. The elder's voice was a melodic whisper that seemed to echo through the depths of Emily's soul. They spoke of the prophecies that foretold the coming of a chosen one, a bridge between worlds that possessed the power to reshape the destiny of both humans and werewolves. With bated breath, Emily listened intently as the elder unraveled the tapestry of history, recounting legends of ancient battles, forbidden romances, and the delicate balance between light and darkness. It was a tale of love and sacrifice, of the choices that defined the fate of their kind.

I said assuringly. “No. I don't wanna stay alone." She begged, dragging my wrist. Realizing that there was no other way I could leave the room, I came up with an idea. ‘I’m going to tell her a story until she falls asleep!’ "Okay, Marissa, you know what? I have enough stories to tell you, tonight! Do you wanna hear it?” “Yes!" She answered enthusiastically. "Then, climb into bed ASAP!” I said eagerly as both of us crawled into bed, throwing the covers over us.

Transforming our bedroom into a romantic haven. I started by picking up dozens of candles—softly scented ones that filled the air with a calming vanilla aroma. I placed them around the room, their golden glow casting a warm, intimate light. Next, I scattered rose petals on the bed, their deep red color standing out against the crisp white sheets. I arranged them in the shape of a heart, a small but meaningful gesture that symbolized the love I had for him. Fairy lights were my next touch, draping them around the headboard and curtains. When I turned them on, they twinkled like stars, adding a magical feel to the room. I hung a banner above the bed that read, “Happy Birthday, Dominic,” in ele

I run my hand up and down his necked chest and pull him closer so that he can give me my goodnight kiss. The kiss which is supposed to short and simple turns into a long passionate kiss filled with desire and love. I wish I could kiss all his pain away. He pulls back from the kiss and looks me in the eyes. "Sleep," he commands and I nod. God knows how late it is. I hope I can make back home in time tomorrow. Anyway, that shouldn't bother me right now. I rest my head in his chest and cuddle up in his embrace. I shouldn't have asked him to tell me the story tonight because all I dream of when I close my eyes is Werewolves fighting Vampires.

He reminded her who pouted. "But there is a first time for everything. I never loved anyone before but now I love you. I am good at loving you." She was too proud while Felix wrapped his as around her and make her close her eyes. "Let's sleep. We can talk about it tomorrow." "But.." "No but. Close your eyes." He hugged her tightly and covered her with the blanket. "F e l i x..." Sunny whined but her voice was buried under the blanket. Felix loved her a lot but this girl could also make his life miserable.

Lily said that one story was better than no stories, and she took my hand and pulled me to her room. I read her the story about the bear who could not sleep, and she fell asleep halfway through, and Rook stood in the doorway and watched us. When she was asleep, I tucked her in and kissed her forehead, and Rook whispered that she loved me, and I whispered that I loved her too.

Just then, we heard little footsteps approaching and bringing our make out session to an abrupt end just in time to see Cassy standing by the door way with her stuff bunny in hand. I pushed back on my feet as I made to go to her while she stood there rubbing sleep away from her eyes. “I can’t sleep!” “Why can’t you sleep little pumpkin” Alex said, picking her up and into his arm. “mother forgot to tell us our bedtime story”. Alex fake a gasp as he stare back at me. Unlike her brothers, Cassy likes her bedtime stories and sometimes have a hard time sleeping if I don’t tell it to her. “How about I tell you that story pumpkin” Cassy gave a curt nod and he took her back to their room. While he c

I whispered with a loving smile, "which story would you like tonight?" Mathew'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 grand adventure. Mathew 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.

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.