Sonic Bedtime Stories Novels & Stories

My pussy was still aching, waiting to be filled, but Roderick took so long to return. When he finally walked back into the house, I went to him again, placing my hands on his shoulders with a smirk on my face but he gently pulled away from me and sighed. My face fell, my heart thumping against my chest. “What's wrong?” “Lora, I don't want to do this. I promised your father on his deathbed that I would take care of you, this is wrong.” My eyes widened. “This counts as taking care of me.” He chuckled. “I'm exhausted, Lora. See you in the morning.” He kissed my forehead like he did every night and made his way up the staircase.

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.

She nodded earnestly, her little face serious as she scrubbed away. We then went to their room, where I helped them into their favorite pajamas. Zenith chose his dinosaur ones, while Zendaya picked her unicorn set. “Alright, into bed you go,” I said, tucking them under the covers. “How about a bedtime story?” Their faces lit up, and they nodded eagerly. I sat on the edge of the bed and began, “Once upon a time, in a vast and endless desert, there was a single seed. This seed was special because it had a dream—to become a beautiful flower.”

Alright, one more," she agreed, pulling a storybook from the nightstand. There Benedict leaned back in his chair while watching them, contentedly gazing at their little son as the eyelids started to droop halfway through the story as he loosened the hold of his small hand on Mr. Bunny. When Sabrina closed the book, he slept soundly and filled the air with soft breathing. Benedict pulled over the blanket of their son. He kissed the forehead of Saben softly and said, "Good dreams, buddy." Sabrina did the same, stroking Saben's hair with her fingers, and turned off the bedside lamp. They stood there in the faint illumination of the nightlight, staring at their son as he slept quietly.

"I want to stay with you now. I miss you so much." "I know, sweetheart. How about Mommy tells you a really fun story? You get some sleep, and when you wake up, I promise I'll stay a few extra hours with you. How does that sound?" "You promise?" "Pinky swear!" I cross my fingers and kiss them. "Okay." I help him get comfortable in bed and sit in a chair to start telling him the story. "I want the story of The Girl with the Red Hood." "Oh wow, that's not exactly a bedtime story, Alex!" I grumble. "How about something more…"

Turning her head to look at her son, Elizabeth wanted to coax him to sleep. "Mommy, you want to sleep with daddy again after I sleep, right?" Blinking cleverly, he asked. "Eh ..." She really hadn't thought of it that way. At this time, Monica hurried over and carried him in her arms, "Baby, Monica should be telling you a bedtime story. Didn't you want to hear Journey to the West yesterday?" "I want to listen a long time." He immediately gave his condition. "Alright, it's a long one. It's the longest one today." Monica said, and then led him to his room.

I said and went inside first. I missed another chance to tell him. Perhaps, tomorrow I’d be able to tell him. Lucas settled between us and again I saw how Logan’s face showed disappointment. Was he planning to sleep beside me? “Mommy, can you tell me a story? It helps me to sleep easily.” Lucas turned to cuddle with me. “I am not good with stories but I’ll tell you one tonight about a little girl who was the princess of her parents just like you but one day, she was left alone.” I said.

"I'll be looking forward to our next meal. It's getting late, so get some rest. Goodnight." "Absolutely, goodnight." I ended the call, and when I turned around, I was met with Daisy's inquisitive eyes. "Mommy, what did Nathan tell you?" she asked. "Nathan helped mommy out a lot." With the job situation resolved, my mood lifted. I closed my laptop and opened the storybook on the bedside table. "Sweetheart, what story would you like to hear tonight? 'The Ugly Duckling,' or 'Daughter of the Sea'?"

I say picking her back again into my arms she giggled finding out there's no bath time, she still yawned sleepily. "It's bed time, how about I read you a story" I suggested giving her one more push to regress, she was happy about that. I got her the three piggies story book and began to read it, making the voices, huffing and puffing making her hide behind Zorro sometimes and giggling other times.

Memories of the day that I found them at Amy's house and he told me everything that he had done to look after them flash through my mind but I push them aside and concentrate on my son's voice. "I will Daddy. Uncle Zack is going to read us bedtime stories then I'm helping him put Sophie in Uncle Tom's bed and then I'm sleeping with him. We're going to watch Toy Story and he said if I'm good we can have popcorn... oh I wasn't supposed to tell you, pretend I didn't say anything!" The panic in his voice is the cutest and I can't help but laugh out loud at his words.