Sleepy Stories For Adults Novels & Stories

They told mе tо keep mу mouth shut and not tо say аnуthing tо you аbоut it. I wаѕ еxhаuѕtеd аnd mу hеаd wаѕ swimming аgаin and I guеѕѕ that's whеn thеу called уоu.' She said, and I was instantly turned on by her story. Fuck.

“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.

Micah cracked one eye open and grumbled, “Where’s my bedtime story?” Adrian scooped him up, kissed his sandy hair. “I’ll tell you one.” Zaya reached for me, sleepy and small and safe. I carried her inside, her head tucked under my chin — her soft breaths a promise that the future could be gentle, if we let it. We lay curled together in that tiny beachside cabana, the windows cracked open to let in the hush of the waves. Adrian’s voice drifted through the dark, telling the children about two wolves and two sisters and the lie that became a truth that saved them all.

I stood up, freeing myself from the sheets I was tangled in, exposing my naked body to the morning sun peeking through the curtains. "Sophie..." "I'm awake!" I screamed. "Are you sure?” I didn't need to reply. My mother was too bothersome. I went back to the bed and sat, tracing a line over my wet pussy with my hand. I just had one of those dreams that always ended in amazing sex. I was slowly forming a habit of sleeping naked. I slowly began to dance in a sexy manner like a stripper. I cupped my breasts and played with them in front of the mirror.

‘Sit with me beautiful Wolf’ Her hands stroked over his fur and he sank to the floor his whole body alive to hers as she curled beside him one arm thrown around his neck, ‘I’m not afraid of you’ She whispered as another loud crash of thunder followed a fork of lightening, ‘I read the book’ He turned his huge head and blinked his golden eyes she was curled into his side fast asleep and very gently he rested his head against her hand feeling her warmth, ‘Oh my Belle’ He whispered brokenly a single tear falling from his cheek. Belle woke up in her own bed dry and warm she blinked sleepily, ‘Had it all been a dream?’ There was no sign of the huge silver Wolf and she said nothing to her Father wh

The Alpha of the Sunshine pack was unable to break free from the grip of sleeplessness and was tossing and turning in bed in the dark of night. He groped for a book on his bedside table, frustrated and ready to give up on sleep. His restlessness was eased by the whispery tales of faraway places and legendary exploits found inside its pages.

"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.

Lucas joined them on the bed, "Looks like our teddy bear is in for some excitement." They continued weaving imaginative tales, laughter filling the room, until Kai finally drifted off to sleep with dreams of daring teddy bear escapades. Eve softly kissed his forehead and whispered, "Goodnight, my little adventurer." Lucas smiled, "Sweet dreams, buddy." As they tiptoed out of the room, Lucas looked at Eve, "Our bedtime stories are getting more elaborate." Eve chuckled, "Blame it on your son. He's got a vivid imagination." And with that, they left the room, leaving behind the peaceful slumber of their little mommy's boy, surrounded by dreams sparked by their whimsical bedtime tales.

" So I want to sleep now, Emmy. But I can't seem to be able to catch up on some sleep. What should I do? " " Umm... Should I go to call Miss's Parents? " " Na. They might be asleep already so I don't want to disturb them.. " " Should I bring your Headphones over? " " No, I don't need that. How about you tell me a story and sing for me after? " " Okay, What kind of story do you want me to tell you, Miss? " " How about Teen Fictions? " " Okay, Miss. " Emmy paused for a little while as if scanning for stories in Teen fiction.

“Seriously Ashley, I might get upset if you go through my messages.” “Dumb boy messages, just let go of me, I don't care anymore.” “Promise?” “Yeah.” She scoffed and he did, she didn't try taking the phone again and he lay beside her. “You should be sleeping, it's late already.” “I know and am exhausted, but I can't seem to fall asleep. Can you tell me a bedtime story?” “Bedtime stories are for kids, not twenty-one-year-olds.” “Just tell me one.” “Okay, I don't really know much so how about I tell you the story of a demon who has lived for over a thousand years.”