Short Princess Bedtime Stories Novels & Stories

I feed them and take them for a bath. I dress them in their matching nightwear. They lay in their bed, listening attentively while I read them their bed night story. “Did the prince go back to the princess? Bernice asked, her voice sleepy. “Yes, he went back because he loved her.” I reply, closing the book. “Good night, mama.” “Good night, sweethearts.” I kiss both their forehead. I stand up and I'm taken aback as my gaze meets with Alex at the door. I try to walk past him, but he blocks me.

“I’ll tell you lots of stories until you fall asleep.” Her little nod nestled into the crook of my neck. And just like that, my world stopped spinning. I tucked her into bed beside me, wrapping the covers around her small frame. She curled into the pillow with expectant eyes, and I began to speak—spinning a tale about brave princesses who conquered beasts with the power of kindness, about noble knights who protected those who couldn’t protect themselves. As I spoke, her eyelids began to droop. Her breathing slowed. The weight of the day finally began to lift from my shoulders, replaced by the soft, rhythmic rise and fall of her chest beside me.

I wave goodnight to my her, and hand in hand, Tania and I walk home. It’s late, so we skip bath time for now and I get her right into bed. She’s practically passed out already, but her will is strong. “Can you tell me a story?” she asks sweetly. How could I possibly say no to her? “Well, once upon a time, there was a princess who lived in a big castle with her mom, the queen. But she was very sad, because they lived in the castle all alone. So one day, the princess decided to leave the castle walls and find some friends.”

I paused for a moment, collecting my thoughts. “Would it be okay if I sat?” I asked, keeping my voice soft. She blinked, considering, then shifted forward a little, making just enough room for me. I sank down beside her, feeling the mattress dip under my weight. Sea’s face remained expressionless, but she held her teddy closer. I cleared my throat, the words almost catching. "Would you like to hear a story? I know one about a brave princess who fought off the night demon.” Her eyes darted up to mine, doubtful. “If it’s boring, don’t bother. I’m not really a fan of bedtime stories.”

A young couple moved in to a new home in Hawaii. They had a young son, Bobby, whom they would put to bed each night, only to find him the next morning sleeping on the floor in the corner of his room ... ... One day, the father put a wardrobe in that corner, and that night while the couple was watching TV, they turned to see their son walking out of his room as if he was holding someone's hand. Just before he got to the door, he dropped his hand as if the person had let go. He woke up crying. The couple were scared, and they called a Hawaiian priest for help. He told them that their house was built on a "night marching trail" — a path taken by ghosts. The priest said Bobby always slept in a c

"Can we do another one together?" "Sure but we'll have snacks first." Crimson set the tray down on the table and they both sat down, enjoying the snacks. Cleo happily munched on a cookie while he ate cheese crackers. "Daddy, do you remember the bedtime story you told me last time?" "Which one, sweetie?" "The one about the kids who lived in a house made of candy... The scary lady used the sweets to trick them into coming inside so she could eat them." "That's Hansel and Gretel."

He knows I'm extremely ticklish. "Don't you come near me with those things," I yell as I climb over the couch, leaving my daughter open to the tickle fingers. When it comes to this, it's every panther for themself. Gabi tries to run away, but Shaun gets her. "I knew mommy was hiding you." He throws her in the air, making her giggle. "Now, should we get mommy?" "You better not, or the python will be in hibernation for a few days," I yell while running out of the room. Shaun puts Gabi on his shoulders, and they chase after me. I try to shut the bedroom door, but he stops it with his foot.

Casey pouted and Annabella chuckled "Are you trying to bribe me?" She sat down on the bed,their heads on her laps "Please another story,then we will sleep" Alex said "Fine,why not??" "Yeee!" Casey and Alex screamed "So the title of our new bedtime story is Jack and the beanstalk" Annabella said "Wow,I've never heard about that" Casey said "Me too" Alex said "Then listen as I narrate to you"Annabella said and they both smiled,then she started

He's still the same as before, a man who gets jealous easily and doesn't like it when you are his to be touched by others. After talking about many things, Shaquelle asked Elvano to sleep. It was nearly ten o'clock, and it was too late for Elvano to sleep. And in fact the little boy couldn't sleep if it wasn't his own house. In the past, when moving houses, Elvano couldn't sleep for two days. But after Shaquelle read a fairy tale, the boy was able to sleep soundly. "And in fact Cinderella was living happily with her prince." Shaquelle looked at the sleeping Elvano. Then move the boy because of the middle of the bed. So that later on the left and right side there will be Shaquelle and also Je

That I also used that spoon just moments ago? My face heated up, and I avoided his gaze. “I'm going to the bathroom.” I quickly tell him and then I run out of the room, so as to not make a fool of myself again.. ¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤ That night, before I left, Sophia and Franklin asked me to tell them a bedtime story. Even though I had experiences in putting Xavier and Clayton to sleep, I only knew of the story of the three little pigs and of course Cinderella but my boys weren't ever interested in that second one.