Stories For Bedtime For Adults Novels & Stories

“Very well. We’ll open with it. The old hymn can follow—with a note about its… revised status.” The older priest winced, but he didn’t argue. Not after the word *descendants* had gone to ink. Lysa edged closer to Rin. “We’re working on stories too,” she said. “Short ones. For the pups’ classes. Tales where the ‘brave one’ is the one who says no. Or who asks the question nobody wants to hear.” Rin stared at her. “You’re rewriting the bedtime stories,” she said. Lysa nodded, eyes bright and a little scared.

I hop on the bed and lean my head against her neck as I wrap my self around her. “I can’t sleep alone anymore. My nightmares keep haunting me” I said miserably. “I’m sorry, I wish there was something I could do or give you to make them go away forever” she said as she kissed the top of my head “Do you want me to tell you a bed time story?” she asked softly. I looked up at her radiantly and nodded my head in excitement. “Once upon a time, in a land far away, lived a beautiful young girl…”

I winked at Becky as she climbed off my lap to sit next to me. “Yes, Becky.” “Yes, what? What were you two talking about?” Naomi asked. “I asked Daddy if he would read me a bedtime story tonight.” “Oh! Daddy Rip–” “It’s just Daddy, Mommy,” Becky told her, making her eyes water with fresh tears. Naomi set the pizza down before ruffling Becky’s hair. “Daddy loves to read bedtime stories, but do you want to know what’s better than a book?” “Yes, yes! Tell me!” “The ones he makes up where you’re the main character,” Naomi laughed.

LUCY'S POV I rolled onto the bed and let out a deep sigh. My life has always been like this, quiet, dull, painfully predictable. I would come home from my boring nine-to-five job, sink into my bed, scroll for a while, sleep, and wake up the next day to repeat the same routine.

Was he always this cool? “We’re not doing that,” Laim said firmly. There was nothing worth talking about anyway. His childhood held no happiness. Alina rolled her eyes and was about to protest when Laim shot her a cold look. “No more requests for now, until I fulfill this one,” Laim said. “Okay,” Alina replied, sitting up. “So which one are we doing tonight?” “Bedtime story,” Laim said as he stood and walked toward the shelf. He stared at the books, deciding which one to choose.

she said. "I want you to read this novel for me until I sleep. For the past one week, I had been finding it difficult to sleep and the doctor's aren't helping, "he said. "When I have this similar issue during my days as a young lad, my mom would read children's stories for me until I'm able to find my peace and sleep."

Through stories, through silence, through drawings left like breadcrumbs in the night. I didn’t sleep right away. I sat up with the map in my hands, the soft snores of Mera carrying through the walls, and Aaron’s bedroom door shut but not locked. I remembered the way he used to sleep as a baby — one hand curled against his cheek, a faint whimper when the blankets got too warm and I thought about the woman who’d watched him grow in my place. The bedtime stories she told. The lies she fed him wrapped in gold ribbons.

Saturday was forty-eight hours away. I had two days to pretend I wasn’t terrified. Two days to pretend I wasn’t about to walk into a cage with something that wasn’t human. Two days to pretend seventy thousand dollars was worth whatever was waiting for me. Saturday morning I spent playing with Noah on the living room floor. Building towers with his blocks. Kissing his chubby cheeks. Telling him stories about brave princesses who always came home. Liam watched from the kitchen table. “You’re leaving tonight,” he said. Not a question.

The boys were too tired to put up their usual bedtime resistance, allowing themselves to be tucked into their beds with minimal fuss. "Story?" Ethan requested, his eyes already half-closed. "Short one," I promised, settling into the chair between their beds while Thomas leaned against the doorframe. I chose a familiar story about brave little mice going on adventures, my voice soft and soothing in the dim light of their room. By the time I reached the end, both boys were fast asleep, their breathing deep and even. Thomas and I tiptoed out of their room, leaving the door slightly ajar as always.