Novel & Cerita Short Bedtime Stories For Adults Online

I don't want her to ask too many questions. "It's four, I don't think I can sleep anymore" She followed me upstairs. Later in the evening, I rushed out of the house to the river and waited until Jordan showed up. "What do you want?" He asked with an irritation on his face. "I just wanted to tell you that I can easily shift now" I happily said but he wasn't the least excited. "So?" "So, I can meet the wolves?" I grinned but he chuckled. How wicked. "Shifting doesn't make you a wolf"

My boys glance over at each other while holding out one of their favourite bedtime storybooks, disappointment all over their face, Neo wraps his arms around the book and pouts. “I don’t wanna grow up,” Neo says, his eyes teary as he starts to whimper, “I just want a bedtime story,” he tells me, his tears already getting the book wet. Plop! I feel my bed press down and turn to find Ash who’s helped himself on the bed, “if you won’t be telling us a story then I’ll stay here with you,” my grumpy young man says, staring off into the far end as he murmurs. “Alright, alright, I’ll read you a bedtime story,” I agree, and at once their faces turn bright, Ash stands on my bed, he’s jumping excitedly

His fingers tapped on the tabletop without any rhythm as he said flatly, “Babies sleep with their parents. I don’t mind giving you a chance to sleep with me.” Harold was speechless. No one would want to sleep with a devil, like Daddy. He would be so frightened that he would not be able to fall asleep. George was speechless. He would rather sleep alone. “How about I sleep with all of you tonight?” Mrs. Winters smiled and said. “I have learned a few bedtime stories. I will tell you stories tonight.” “Yeah! Awesome!” Melody was the most supportive one as she clapped cheerfully. Harold, who was afraid that his daddy would force him to sleep with him, clapped as well. He said, “I can’t wait to he

Just as he approached a room’s doorway, he heard Tina and Kara’s conversation drifting from inside the room. “Tonight’s bedtime story is called ‘Tadpoles Searching for Their Mommy.’ The warm spring is here… A bunch of little tadpoles want to look for their mommy… After overcoming all the obstacles, the little tadpoles finally found their froggy mommy. Together, they lived happily ever after…” Tina’s tone was gentle as she read the bedtime story out loud from the storybook to her daughter. Kara lay in her arms, her heavy eyelids already glued together. She struggled to say, “The little tadpoles are very pitiful… I won’t be separated from you, Mommy… Even if we do get separated, I’ll find you

"But for tonight, you are going to wear my shirt. I am going to hold you and I will dream of what it's going to feel like to be inside you." Naudia slides the T-shirt over her head to both my relief and disappointment. I go to my dresser and find myself a pair of shorts. I slide my shorts on and pull Naudia over to the bed. I lay down, and Naudia lays down next to me. I wrap my arms around her, and she snuggles closer to me. I kiss the top of her head and whisper. "Let's get some sleep." "Goodnight Daddy." I groan and she giggles. Damn her. "Goodnight Naudia."

I picked him off the floor and walked us to the bedroom. "Can't I stay up for five more minutes?" Adrian asked, his beautiful jade eyes shimmering in the glow of his Power Ranger night light. "No, baby, you have school tomorrow," I told him, getting into the bed beside him. "How about a bedtime story?" "Yes!" he squealed excitedly. I chuckled and brought out my phone. After a few pages of the children's book I'd saved on my Kindle, Adrian was fast asleep. Plugging my phone in, I settled beside him, stroking his dark hair away from his chubby face.

“What’s wrong, honey? Something’s wrong, I can tell in your voice. It’s all tight the way you get. Did something happen at work? Are you overtired? I know how independent you like to be, but it is okay to ask for help. You know I will try to help in any way I can.” “Mom, mom. Enough. It’s okay. Yeah, I’m working hard. I probably didn’t sleep well last night.” Juliette shook her head that she was using that one again. She had in fact slept well the night before. She’d taken a long bath and gone to bed early. Louis had asked that she leave a dinner that he could just set out since he was having a few people over for drinks. Ugh. That reminded her of his story about the girl the night before. S

Leo said. "Hey, why are you surprised? People our age do need stories like that. Don't tell me this is your first time hearing such a story," Alana guessed, making Leo burst into laughter again. "What kind of story was that? It sounded like an erotic tale in my ears," Leo said, causing Alana to smirk. "For me, it's a bedtime story suitable for our age. Haven't you ever tried it? You can fall asleep soundly after being pampered with such stories," Alana asked, making Leo shake his head.

Some hours later:- Trisha closed the bedtime story book. She looked at her son, who was sleeping soundly beside her. It was their daily routine. Rain likes to hear stories before sleeping. Before, he didn't have to do that because back in their apartment, Rain preferred Zee instead of Trisha to read the story for him. "His mom doesn't know how to read the story in a cool way," he explained. Trisha pecked her son's brow, admiring his sleeping form.

"When our mom left. He couldn't sleep. The sound of a voice... it helps." I looked at this man—this powerful, intimidating billionaire—standing shirtless in a guest room at 2:00 AM, offering to read me a bedtime story to help me sleep. My heart cracked open a little wider. "Yes," I whispered. "Please." He dragged the armchair closer to the bed. He grabbed the book I had been struggling with—a dense sci-fi novel—and opened it to the bookmark. He started to read. His voice was deep, rhythmic, soothing. It wasn't the voice of the CEO. It was the voice of Noah.