Romans & histoires Romantic Love Cute Bedtime Stories

Although his scent was enjoyable, memories of the past were like scars that can't be healed I'm her heart. As she played with her hair, he asked her, "so you like bedtime stories?" "Yes, I do," Debby loveds novels. "You do? Then let me read you one," he opened a free reading app and began to read her beautiful love romance story where the two lovers died together at the end. Debby didn't know when she slept off.

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.

“The one about the wolf princess?” How could I refuse that face? I needed to speak with my father about his presumptuous comments to Debbie, but that conversation could wait until morning. “Alright, one quick story,” I relented, shifting to lie beside her on the narrow bed. She snuggled immediately against me, her small hand resting over my heart. I bent down, softly brushing her hair from her forehead. “Sweetheart, go to sleep now. Mommy will tell you a story. Once upon a time, there was a wolf princess who lived in a magical forest…”

My heart melted for this tiny creature and I couldn't even imagine how much he must miss his mother and crave her touch. "Alright!" I slowly climbed in bed with him and he quickly snuggled up with me in jubilation. I gently stroked his hair. "Can you tell me a story?" He expectantly asked. "Sure!" So I told him a cute story of a werewolf pup who went on many adventures with his mother. He relished every word and attentively listened. Asking questions in between. Soon he drifted off to sleep in my arms. My heart brimmed with the warmth of having him so close. He invoked this uncountable love within me. His little snores filled the room and I couldn't help but smile.

The sunrays was disturbing my beauty sleep. So I pulled the duvet till my head to cover my eyes. Suddenly the door of my room opened and someone pulled the duvet away from me. When I opened my eyes, I saw that the person was none other than my mom. Her hands were on her hips while glaring at me in anger. "Dia get up. Can't you see the sun has already risen?", mom said. "Mumma please let me sleep for only 5 minutes. I promise I'll get up after five minutes", I said while showing my puppy eyes to her, which obviously didn't worked on her.

“I think… I’d like that.” He helped me onto the blanket he had laid out on the terrace floor. We sat side by side, shoulders touching lightly. The stars were breathtaking. I felt my body relax in a way I hadn’t in months, just letting myself exist in the quiet company of Damon Moretti. “I want a bedtime story,” I said suddenly, breaking the peaceful silence. He looked at me, raising one eyebrow. “A bedtime story? From me?” “Yes. You’re my bedtime storyteller tonight,” I said, trying to sound playful, though my heart was racing.

I wished I could make them happy, always. Blake dried them off and dressed them in their pajamas. He carried them to their beds, and I followed him. We tucked them in and kissed their foreheads. We told them a bedtime story, of how an Alpha king fell in love with a human princess, and how they lived happily ever after. The kids enjoyed the story and asked us questions. We answered them and smiled. We told them we loved them, and they said they loved us too. They closed their eyes and fell asleep. We left their room and went to ours. We changed into our night clothes and got into bed, feeling both physically and emotionally exhausted.

Maria was already in her pajamas, holding her teddy bear with both hands. "Can you read me a bedtime story, mommy?" Maria asked with a small voice and yawned loudly. "Of course. Come here." Zoe lifted her from the floor easily and laid her down on the bed, tucking her under the sheets. "Which one do you want to hear?" "Beauty and the Beast!" Maria chirped. "You have heard that one a hundred times." "I want to hear it again." Zoe was smiling. "Why do you like it so much?"