Stories For Bedtime For Adults Novels & Stories

She said in suggestion. Herzl nods and gets up from the couch. Lisa follows him to his bedroom, where he gets to change into his pajamas. Then they sit down on his bed and Lisa begins to tuck him in. As she does, she asks. “Do you want me to tell you a bedtime story?” “Yes, please…" Herzl uttered, his eyes already beginning to droop as he lay comfortably on his bed. Lisa thinks for a moment before replying. “I'll tell you the story of the three little pigs.” She enounced. Herzl's eyes light up, and he gives a sleepy grin.

Just as he approached a room’s doorway, he heard Tina and Kara’s conversation drifting from inside the room. “Tonight’s bedtime story is called ‘Tadpoles Searching for Their Mommy.’ The warm spring is here… A bunch of little tadpoles want to look for their mommy… After overcoming all the obstacles, the little tadpoles finally found their froggy mommy. Together, they lived happily ever after…” Tina’s tone was gentle as she read the bedtime story out loud from the storybook to her daughter. Kara lay in her arms, her heavy eyelids already glued together. She struggled to say, “The little tadpoles are very pitiful… I won’t be separated from you, Mommy… Even if we do get separated, I’ll find you

Ariane’s POV As the night grew late, I tucked them into bed. Before they fell asleep, they asked for a story. I sat on the edge of their bed, reading tales of adventure filled with courage and friendship. With every word, I hoped they could feel the same spirit—the spirit to face the world with their heads held high.

After tucking her in and covering her with the comforter, Iliana spoke. "I want a bed-time story mother." "Your father will read one to you. Adam, please read our little dart a bed-time story." Brenda said as both Iliana and Brenda made puppy faces at Adam. "You know I can't refuse you both when you make such faces." Adam said as Brenda and Iliana started laughing. "Okay, okay, be quiet and let this father tell you both an amazing bed time story." "Yes father." "Once upon a time, in a faraway kingdom, there lived a beautiful princess."

I wished I could make them happy, always. Blake dried them off and dressed them in their pajamas. He carried them to their beds, and I followed him. We tucked them in and kissed their foreheads. We told them a bedtime story, of how an Alpha king fell in love with a human princess, and how they lived happily ever after. The kids enjoyed the story and asked us questions. We answered them and smiled. We told them we loved them, and they said they loved us too. They closed their eyes and fell asleep. We left their room and went to ours. We changed into our night clothes and got into bed, feeling both physically and emotionally exhausted.

Dinner was lively, with James and Elizabeth talking nonstop about what they had done that day, from what had happened at school to the games they played in the afternoon. After finishing their meal, Deborah and Jayden sent the kids to brush their teeth and go to bed. “Mommy, can we have a story?” Elizabeth asked. “Please?” James chimed in. “All right, let’s get settled,” Deborah said, watching as both kids lay down in the same bed while Jayden sat in the rocking chair, holding the twins. “Let’s see, once upon a time, in a beautiful kingdom…” The kids, and even Jayden, slowly closed their eyes as they listened to Deborah’s gentle voice. By the time she was halfway through the story, everyone

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.

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.

"Are you crying?" I touched my face. It was wet. When had I started crying? "No, baby. Just tired. My eyes are tired." "You should go to bed early," Tanner said seriously. "That's what you always tell us when we're tired." Out of the mouths of babes. "You're right. Early bedtime for everyone tonight." "But Mommy—" "No buts. It's been a long day. Let's get ready for bed and I'll read you both two stories instead of one."

"I know you're awake, so get up." She groaned sleepily. "James, please, I fell asleep at three o'clock in the morning, so could you please shut up and let me sleep?" she asked, hugging the pillow beside her. "And it's not my fault you didn't go to bed early; we already talked about it, so don't give me that reason. Will you stand there, or will I drag you to the bathroom?" James threatened. She moaned once more. Damn, this jerk! Despite her love for him, there are times when she just wants to torture him. Does he not notice how sleepy I am?