Sonic Bedtime Stories Novels & Stories

“Here, Daddy.” I laid down next to them, and when I started to weave a story about the animals on the ceiling, Naomi linked our fingers together, while Becky laid her head on my arm. Just like that, all the stress from the day was gone, and I knew that no matter what, I was never going to miss another bedtime story.

Duziell protested, trying to fight back. A small smile formed on Ezekiel's lips as he hugged his son tightly once again. "It's already late; why aren't you sleeping yet?" "Because mama and papa aren't home yet! I want to hear a bedtime story!" "Then, should I read you a bedtime story? What do you want me to read?" He climbed up the stairs to Duziell's room. "The new book is the ugly duckling!" "Okay, then." He laid Duziell on his small bed and sat at the edge. He tucked him in and grabbed the stack of storybooks, taking out "The Ugly Duckling." "Close your eyes and imagine what I'm reading to you, alright?"

This was the first time he’d shared a bed with both his Mummy and Daddy, and he couldn’t contain his happiness. "Daddy," he said. "Yes, son?" "Can you tell me a bedtime story? Mummy always does it, but now that you’re staying, you should tell me one." Liam held my hand and Scott’s hand too, as if he wanted the three of us to stay connected forever. "I’m not very good at bedtime stories, but I’ll give it a try," Scott replied. Scott began telling Liam a bedtime story until he fell asleep. I tucked him in with the duvet and turned to the other side of the bed, trying to sleep. But I couldn’t, no matter how hard I tried.

Sylvia helplessly pursed her lips. … After dinner, Sylvia went to Isabel and Liam’s room again. She picked a short bedtime story today and was finished even before Isabel started to feel sleepy. She then hugged the two of them and said in a small voice, “Isabel, Liam, Mommy wants to talk to you guys about something.” The two of them widened their eyes at her. Sylvia continued, “From today onwards, I might not be able to sleep with you guys anymore, but I’ll come by and read you a bedtime story every night.”

"Let me read you a bedtime story." Knowing he might feel lonely in a new place, I picked up the storybook he'd brought. "Which story would you like tonight?" "The Magic Academy." Ian scooted over to make room for me. I lay down beside him and began reading. Tired from playing, his eyes started drooping halfway through. I softened my voice, and soon heard steady breathing beside me. I closed the book and started to get up. Ian rolled over and hugged my arm. I froze, afraid of waking him.

"Mama. Dada. Luna sleep?" "It's 7 PM, baby. Way past your bedtime." "Story first?" "Always story first." We followed her to her room—no longer a nursery, now a full toddler room with a big girl bed she'd recently transitioned to. "Which book tonight?" Alexander asked. "ALL books!" "We're not reading all the books. Pick three." "Five!" "Three." "Four!" "Deal. Four books." She selected them carefully. "Hungry Caterpillar. Wild Things. Good Night Moon. And... this one!"

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

Brandon dismissed the nannies and told them he was going to put them to sleep. “Daddy, Please tell us a bedtime story,” Audrey said and Brandon nodded in response. He told them his favorite bedtime story, the magic prince and the werewolf girl. It was his favorite bedtime story when he was still a child, his mom always told him the story every night before he slept. Oh, he misses his mom so much. He wondered if she was still alive. He quickly shook off the thoughts, he had the feelings deep down that his mom was still alive and he was going to do anything in his power to find her.

A small nightlight shaped like a rocket ship glowed in the corner. "Mummy, can you read me a story?" Bernard asked, his big eyes looking up at her hopefully. She smiled and brushed his hair back. "Of course, sweetheart. Which one?" "The one about the brave knight!" Mrs. Harrington reached for the book on the nightstand and began reading. Her voice was soft and soothing, painting pictures of castles and dragons in the boy's imagination. Within minutes, Bernard's eyelids grew heavy, and soon he was fast asleep. She kissed his forehead gently, turned off the main light, and stepped out of the room, closing the door quietly behind her.

The little girl was already in her bed thanks to tina, her eyes drooping sleepily as she clutched her stuffed bunny. When she saw her parents, a sleepy smile spread across her face. “Mommy, Daddy,” she murmured, holding out her arms. “Are you gonna tell me a story?” David smiled softly, leaning down to kiss her forehead. “Of course we are, sweetie.” Lulu sat on the edge of the bed, smoothing back Sage’s hair. “What kind of story would you like tonight?” “Something with fairies,” Sage said, her voice already fading as sleep began to take over.