Stories For Bedtime For Adults Novels & Stories

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.

I sat with my back on the headboard while Aiden and Abby lay on either side of me, with their heads leaning against me as I told them as much as I could remember from one of the bedtime stories Celine and I were usually forced to sit through back at the foster home. We always found it boring and would be among the first kids to do off before she even read two lines from the story, the other kids would fall closely behind, it was that dreadful. But tonight, the kids found my old, half-complete, gap-filled story fascinating enough to listen to as I tried to lull them to sleep.

We don’t talk about amounts in front of her. But she knows, in her small way, that our family doesn’t just live off stories; we pay some of them forward. Eventually, bedtime wins. Dante takes her upstairs, narrating some ridiculous story about a dino‑submarine and a princess with a guitar. I close my laptop, rinse the bowl, and wipe a smear of cheese off the marble. Mundane motions. Miraculous, if I think about the girl I used to be. I lean against the counter and stare out the window at the dark curve of the garden.

She grasped a book from the shelf, sauntering over to the bed that they shared. And wrapping the duvet across her legs, they clung to her. She opened the book to the next story and looked down at Em, half her eyes closed. "Today's bedtime story—" Her voice broke badly and then she cleared her throat. "Today's story is uhm—about this girl" She said, seeing that they were already half asleep. "This girl that lost both her parents, and all she had was her—"

I pointed to a much slimmer book beside me on the floor. “Why are you reading about Dragons though?” “For our kids, One of them is going to have dragon blood running in their veins. I should at least have knowledge about their kind so I can tell them stories.” I chirped and his mouth formed into an O. “Someone is really working hard to be a storyteller.” He teased me. “Will you read me a bedtime story tonight?” “Get out,” He laughed while I returned to my book. “So what’s the other one about?” He asked while he returned to his drawing.

‘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 evil ones. The kind of bedtime stories mothers whispered to keep their children from wandering past the watchtowers after nightfall. Stories I'd dismissed as folklore meant to frighten the young and gullible, nothing more than superstition wrapped in shadow. Yet here one stood, in my bedroom, as real as the floorboards beneath my feet.

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.

"Of course, baby. But let me finish my coffee first." "So, you said you can't sleep?" I asked, leaning against the doorframe, trying to sound casual despite the fluttering in my stomach. Avery nodded. "We need our bedtime story," she said in a sad voice, and that simple statement broke my heart. Reading them a bedtime story was an important part of our nighttime routine. But I missed it tonight.

The night was cold, and I feared they would catch a cold, but they began to cry out loud on the road. People began to stare, so I had gotten them the ice cream. When they got home, I prepared for them a nice warm shower, and dressed them, making them ready for bed. “I'm craving a bedtime story, Mommy.” Nadia said, as I tucked them in. “I'll tell you one tomorrow. I'm exhausted, okay? What do you think about two bedtime stories tomorrow?” I asked, as a bribe. “Oh yeah! I want Rapunzel and Sleeping Beauty.”