Stories For Bedtime For Adults นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Leo said. "Hey, why are you surprised? People our age do need stories like that. Don't tell me this is your first time hearing such a story," Alana guessed, making Leo burst into laughter again. "What kind of story was that? It sounded like an erotic tale in my ears," Leo said, causing Alana to smirk. "For me, it's a bedtime story suitable for our age. Haven't you ever tried it? You can fall asleep soundly after being pampered with such stories," Alana asked, making Leo shake his head.

“Would you tell me a story? My friend Dustin says his mom and dad tell him stories every night, but no one will tell me a story.” My heart melted hearing his request, and I smiled. “Of course, Liam. And you are in luck. I know so many stories.” I picked him up in my arms. “Really?” he said excitedly, burying his head in my neck, making me sigh in content. “Yay.” I tucked him into his bed. I began weaving a tale about a courageous knight who embarked on an epic adventure to save a kingdom from a fearsome dragon. Liam’s eyelids grew heavy as he listened to the tale, and soon he was fast asleep.

His heart was hurting badly, and how could he sleep? So, although he was very tired, he did not want to close his eyes, as if she would disappear when he closed his eyes. Sleeping in his arms, feeling his nervousness, Jenny smiled warmly, then mischievously asked, "Want me to tell a bedtime story for you?" Zachary also smiled once he heard this, "Do you actually know how to tell things?" "Everyone can do that! Have you never heard of it?" "Heard it, but it was about thirty years ago ......"

He seemed just woken up. I stood up and lifted him. I slowly rocked him, put his head between my neck. "Not yet, Baby. Go to sleep again." "I can't, Mommy. I miss Daddy's bedtime stories." He murmured. "I'll just tell you a story." I sighed. "What bedtime story do you want?" "It's about the King and Queen. The King left his Queen in the war so the enemy got the Queen." What the hell. "Baby, why-" I stopped speaking when the door opened. He was surprised to see us. Reid dropped from my grasp and ran towards Wright.

she responded. “Adults can listen to bedtime stories too,” “You should take sleeping drugs if you find it difficult to sleep and maybe if you consume less caffeine you’ll sleep better,” she says. “Maybe. Maybe not,” I muttered. Only if she knows why I find it hard to sleep well sometimes. We settled into the living, and almost immediately I sat down and I saw Ryan’s call. “Good morning boss,” he greeted, “Good morning Ryan,” I said, “Sir. Marlo is here,” he said,

She kissed Angel's cheek and said, "I'm going up to my room for now. Enjoy yourselves." As Paris walked away, Angel laid on the bed while still holding her teddy, waiting for me to tell her a bedtime story. I didn't know what to say as I had no idea if the stories I had in mind were ideal for her age. I finally had an idea and quickly checked the Internet for suggestions. Angel reached out both her hands and held one of mine as I began to tell her a story. In no time, she had fallen asleep. However, I continued to speak until I was done with the story.

Once setting the firewood in place, making the dark room glowed through the orange flame and prepared enough heat to keep the small cabin warm all through the night, she sat by his only son, making herself and her rounded belly comfortable in the soft bed. "My son, it is time to go to sleep. Now, what stories do you wish me to tell you? I have many already prepared for you. Is it about a king? Or how vampires or the werewolves come to exist? Or a princess who falls into a deep slip after being prick by a cursed needle? Which one would you like to hear, my love?" The young boy looked like he was thinking rather hard and his eyebrow scrunched, figuring what stories would be good. After a few m

"We were the best, right?" "Yeah. My best." I patted his head, sitting next to him. "So, which bedtime story do you want? The Princess and the Pea? Or your favorite, Toy Story?" They stayed silent for a long time, sharing glances before Powell murmured, "Just go to bed, Mum. You don't have to read any stories for us. We will sleep just fine without it." "What?" I dramatically placed my right palm on my chest. "Are you trying to tell me my babies are all grown? You don't need poor Mum anymore?"

Ember's POV I pulled the duvet up, tucking the kids in properly as I turned off the light and made to leave but Bella suddenly grabbed my little finger stopping me. "Mommy," she called. "What is it, baby?" I asked, settling back on her bed. "I don't think I'll fall asleep anytime soon. Can you read me a story?" She asked. "Stop acting like a baby Bella. Bed night stories are for babies and not soldiers," Atlas said, making me chuckle.

Xavier said as I settled Loise in bed. “Okay,” I nodded, because I had something to ask him as well. I nodded and picked her bedtime stories. It was a Sleeping Beauty retelling. Xavier’s POV I never thought I’d attend a book reading, talk less of one for little children, yet here I was watching Nicole read bedtime stories about a sleeping knight and the princess who came to save him. “You do this to make her sleep at night?” I asked. “Yes, you should also try it since you have that thing… insomnia,” Loise said.