Romantic Love Cute Bedtime Stories 소설 & 이야기

“I’ll find a hot guy, make out with him and have sex with him” “Then they’ll know”. She closed her books, kept them on the desk beside her bed and went to sleep.

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.

I admit, growing accustomed to his subtle display of affection. “Oh,” he chuckles huskily, “-well, when I was younger my mother used to read me this old bedtime story,” he recalls yawning while raising his hand to my face and caressing my cheek with his thumb delicately,”-it was about how King Theobald had met his Queen, Emeline. Have you heard it?” he looks down with a raised brow as I shake my head curiously.

The rustle of dry leaves beneath my feet, the cool air and the beautiful view of mountains up ahead beneath the beautiful sunset put me as ease. I loved nature and nature had come to take it’s place here. I came closer to my cottage that was surrounded with a beautiful garden of white and yellow dandelions. My eyes were teary, it was even more beautiful than I had seen on the newspaper. Ma’am Theresa came running towards me and I was a bit worried that she might fall.

His hand rested over my womb like both a promise and a claim. It should have terrified me. Instead, as his steady heartbeat thrummed against my back and his warm breath brushed over my nape, I found myself hoping — dangerously, foolishly, desperately hoping — that this terrifying new future might somehow be real. Baldwin pressed a soft kiss to my shoulder and tightened his hold around me. “Sleep, my perfect mate,” he murmured, voice low and full of quiet promise. As sleep began to pull me under again, cocooned in his warmth and strength, I allowed myself one final, reckless thought:

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.