Short Bedtime Stories For Adults Novels & Stories

A subdued silence enveloped the fireplace after Shango’s story, interrupted only by the occasional chirping of the night crickets. “That does not count as a bedtime story,’’ Babybaby finally found her voice. “It is child,’’ the thunder god answered. “No it’s not’’ Babybaby insisted quite stubbornly. “bedtime stories are supposed to be a nice tales with happy ending, all bedtime fairytales are, like the ones Amaka used to read to me, this one is a stupid story.’’

I whispered to myself while shooting my wildly beating heart. Taking a deep breath I gave myself the courage to take Zanvil naughty talks more maturely and when to do my work with still wildly beating hearts. We all ate our dinner together and through dinner, Zanvil was not stopping being naughty. He is determined to do what he said today. That thought caused me to increase my heartbeat. After dinner was done it was time for tugging my babies to the bed. They won't sleep unless I read them their bedtime story while lying with them in their bed. Lying with them I started reading their favorite bear family story and I don't know when I dozed off with them.

"Are you crying?" I touched my face. It was wet. When had I started crying? "No, baby. Just tired. My eyes are tired." "You should go to bed early," Tanner said seriously. "That's what you always tell us when we're tired." Out of the mouths of babes. "You're right. Early bedtime for everyone tonight." "But Mommy—" "No buts. It's been a long day. Let's get ready for bed and I'll read you both two stories instead of one."

She said in suggestion. Herzl nods and gets up from the couch. Ciara follows him to his bedroom, where he gets to change into his pajamas. Then they sit down on his bed and Ciara begins to tuck him in. As she does, she asks. “Do you want me to tell you a bedtime story?” “Yes, please…" Herzl uttered, his eyes already beginning to droop as he lay comfortably on his bed. Ciara thinks for a moment before replying. “I'll tell you the story of the three little pigs.” She enounced. Herzl's eyes light up, and he gives a sleepy grin.

I said, and they both shook their heads. "No, Mommy, we want to finish the story,” Ingrid spoke for them as Atlas and Nathan nodded. I kneeled to level with them. “But it is already late, if you watch TV now, then you will not have time for bedtime stories,” I said. “It is fine, Mommy, we can just brush our teeth, finish the story, and go to bed, you don't need to read for us,” Nathan said this time. “I could do that, but you know it is not good to go to bed immediately after watching TV, or do you want to lose your sight?” I sweetly smiled, and he shook his head. I turned to Ingrid and Atlas, who also shook their heads.

"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.

"Adonis, do you want me to take you back to bed?" "No." "Why not?" I said. "You know you need sleep if you want to grow up big and strong." "I don't want another nightmare," he pouted. "Alright. How about this? What if Mommy comes with you and helps you fall asleep? I could even read you a story." Adonis's whole face lit up at the mention of a story, and I couldn't help but smile. "I'd like that," he said. "Give me a moment to clear..."

"You don't remember me. And I'm too old for them, but... Can you tell me a bedtime story? About anything." His daddy didn't laugh, ridicule him or hang up. There was a strange sound from the other end of the line before the man spoke quietly. "... course I'll tell you a bedtime story. Anytime." (If he wasn't so young and overwhelmed, he would've noticed how much of a struggle each word as.) "... upon a time, there was a brave pilot, who crash-landed in the desert and met a strange but kind boy. ... boy came from a planet far away ..." (1)

Maybe a little cold water would clear her head, make things clearer. Because the images from last night’s conversation were seared into her brain, she’d spent the morning alternately staring sightlessly out at the horizon and looking at the veterinary textbook she was supposed to be reviewing. She had exams this fall and being too prepared was impossible. Unfortunately, Cole made a far better bedtime story than animal anatomy. Right now, her dreams had nothing to do with the veterinary degree she was mere months from earning.

It is a few minutes past 7:30 pm and we are preparing to go to bed. We sleep pretty early because we wake up so early too. I and Laura have been at home since she got back from school. We had a nice daddy-and-daughter time and I enjoyed every bit of it. As usual. Since we both lost her mom, I have worked extra hard to distract myself from all the pain of losing my beautiful wife. So I am grateful for and excited about every opportunity I get to spend time with my daughter. I give her a hot shower, get her dressed in her pyjamas and lay my little princess to sleep. Just as I’m about to step out of her room, I hear her cute tiny little voice say “Daida please can you read me a bedtime story a