Sleep Time Stories For Adults Novels & Stories

I nodded awkwardly and began munching away, forgetting about my dignity. Adrian rolled up the sleeves of his crisp navy blue shirt, revealing powerful well-muscles arms that moved with easy grace as he sat on the floor around the table with us. “Your friends look tired,” Adrian suggested, smiling as he reached for a book, “why don’t we read them a goodnight story so they can all go to bed?” Lily sighed dramatically, feigning tiredness as though she and her dolls had been at work all day. She yawned and then nodded, “good idea, daddy. Oh, oh, tell us the story of Peter the rabbit.”

"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)

"Tell me something that will make me dream sweetly." Victor chuckled and began to recount tales from his childhood, his voice low and soothing. He spoke of family vacations, mischievous adventures with friends, and moments that shaped him into the man he was today. His words painted vivid pictures in my mind, and though, I’ve heard those stories so many times and know them, they still felt so new and good. Before I knew it, my eyelids grew heavy. I drifted off to sleep, wrapped in his warmth and comfort. It felt like heaven.

His lips are still tilted in that wicked little smile. That night, Jabari and Amara refuse to close their eyes on the furs unless my voice tells them a bedtime tale. Even though I have spent five winters putting Zuberi and Tavon to sleep in our villa, I only know the basic old story about the three little forest pigs who built dens to hide from the big rogue wolf. The second I start whispering the words, I see the totally bored, blank stares on both of their little faces. They are way too smart for baby stories.

Matteo insisted on a story. Giuliana needed water, then another story, then to check that her stuffed animals were all tucked in. “Mama, I can’t sleep.” “Close your eyes.” “But I’m not tired.” “You’re exhausted. I can see it.” “Maybe one more story?” “One. But then sleep.” By the time both twins were down, it was past nine. Aria was already in her room, reading. “Night, sweetheart.” “Night, Mama. The exhibition was really good tonight.”

I nodded and followed her to our little angels' room. Samantha tucked in Poppy, and I tucked in Violet. Poppy and Violet couldn't sleep without listening to bedtime stories, especially Poppy. I brought out the story we'd be reading tonight, "The Christmas Cookie," since Christmas was just a few weeks away. Samantha and I started reading the story, making it more real by adding sound effects with our mouths. Our little angels giggled, "awwn" ed, and pouted their lips until they fell asleep.

"Choose some to read to our baby before bed." Liam's explanation instantly made Harriet's eyes sparkle. She then began to read the pile of novels, some containing compilations of short stories, and others containing long stories about the adventures of teenagers. The soft melody of the harp and the faint sound of Harriet turning the pages of the novel made Liam feel sleepy. His body which was aching as usual made him want to sleep constantly, but this made him very annoyed. Many times he had fallen asleep wanting to spend some quality time with his wife. He didn't want to sleep anymore. He wanted to enjoy this peaceful time a little longer.

Moana One night, I was reading a bedtime story to Ella when I found myself nodding off in the chair by her bed. I didn’t wake up until a couple of hours later. She was fast asleep and I didn’t want to wake her, so I quietly got up and slipped back into my room to go back to sleep. When I walked back into my room, I didn’t notice anything out of the ordinary, seeing as how tired I was. I moved my sketchbook aside and climbed into the covers, and quickly fell asleep.

He added maliciously, imitating me: Tell me a story. To imitate me non-stop huh?! We laughed at the same time, then she slipped under the bed next to him, saying: But it's half past eight, and you have to go to sleep right before you turn nine! What about the story? I'll tell you a funny story tomorrow! okay then .. And as soon as he said it, what were the moments until his breathing regularized, and I knew that he had fallen into a deep sleep.. This is what I did too after I turned off the dim lights..

"But I'm a pretty grounded guy, just so you know." "Yeah." He put an arm over my waist, making me scoot closer to him and I added, "I'm tired." "It's almost one in the morning. Let's catch up on sleep." "Tell me a story then." He chuckled. "What do you want to hear?" "Tell me how much you like me until I fall asleep." "That's all you want to hear?" I nodded. "It'll make me feel less irritated." He hummed. "Where can I start...."